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I see his men out of the corner of my eye. Dante told them I was here to work on the security system I installed a few weeks ago. It’s a lie. My security system is running flawlessly. Right now, it’s allowing my team to know the precise location of Dante’s men, so they can all be taken out at the same moment.

I follow Dante into the living room with Terence and Adela following behind me.

I freeze at the entrance when I see Gia. I wasn’t expecting her. It is clear from the security tapes that Dante never allows her to leave the room she was locked in. But today, she’s lying on the black leather couch. A rope is tied around her hands and legs. She’s naked and bruised, but not broken. I’m not sure if anything can truly break her.

I can.

I don’t know why Gia is here, but she’s going to distract me, and most likely Dante, from doing the job.

“Want to put your whore away before we get to work?” I ask Dante, not liking using the word ‘whore’ to describe Gia. She is anything but a whore. Warrior, gorgeous, precious, angel. All those words describe her so much better.

Dante laughs. “Don’t worry. She won’t distract us from our job. I want her to watch.”

My lips thin, but otherwise I don’t give away my disgust. Dante wants Gia to watch, in an attempt to break her. If she sees the carnage, it might scare her. Death has a way of doing that to people.

I suspect Gia isn’t one of those people. For one, she seems completely prepared for her own death. And two, she’s a Carini. My understanding about Carinis is they are as ruthless as Dante. She may not have killed anyone with her own hands, but she’s seen death before.

And she won’t care if men, who have held her captive, die. In fact, she will rejoice at the sight.

I nod and glance at my ready sister behind me. I stare at Dante, letting him know this is his last chance to stop this.

He smirks and sits down on the couch next to Gia, pulling her into his lap. Using her as a shield in case this goes badly.

Coward.

He won’t partake in what is about to happen, and he’d prefer his whore get shot, rather than him, if a bullet goes awry.

He doesn’t think I’m the best if he thinks that’s even a possibility of that happening.

“Dante, I’ll get to work then,” I say, giving my team the signal.

All at once we reach for our hidden weapons and begin taking out our targets one by one with silenced pistols. Most of Dante’s men shout out and surround him. That’s why my best people are with me. I take out three as I head toward the kitchen, knowing there are two more in there.

A bullet whizzes by my head as I duck and shoot the bastard dead with one quick shot to the head.

Another gets a bullet to the heart.

I hear my team all confirming their targets are down, but it doesn’t make me drop my gun. Not until I get the all clear from Steward, my man monitoring the security system to ensure every man is down.

“You have one more in the hallway,” Steward says.

My heart races, and my lips curl into a wicked smile. I enjoy this more than I should.

I move to the wall as I slink down the kitchen counters to the hallway where my last target awaits his death.

I turn the corner and fire before he has a chance to move or shoot. I watch his body drop to the floor in front of me.

“All clear,” Steward says.

“And our team?” I ask, hoping my team has kept our flawless record of being injury free.

“All good. No injuries reported.”

I let out a deep exhale. I take pride in not losing anyone on my team.

I walk back to the living room where Adela and Terence are waiting for me.

“It’s done?” Dante asks.


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