Page 320 of The Devil's Fire

“You should have kept your mouth shut.” My voice was low and calm as I looked deep into her eyes. “Sofia should have been an example of that for you. Yet, you decided to ignore it. I am the reason she is still alive, and she should be fucking grateful for that. You do not get to fuck with me!” My words hissed out, my entire body shaking with anger.

To see her blood wasn’t enough. I wanted to see the life disappear from her eyes; to see her body become lifeless as my hand wrapped around her throat.

I snapped out of it, coming back to reality, and shoved her away from me.

“You’re lucky I’m not a killer, but mention my baby, and I will gladly become one.” I left before giving in to the need to end her life.

Everyone was watching me in shock, but no one dared to interfere.

“I would like to leave now. Please.” I said to Nonna and Eleonora, who had made their way to me.

“Let’s get you out of here.” Nonna said, and Eleanora quickly led me out.

I was hurt, yet an unsettling numbness engulfed me at the same time my legs mechanically carried me outside.

“What the hell happened?” Giovanni frowned when he saw me as he and Luca immediately drew out their guns.

“You need to get her to safety right now!” Eleonora ordered them.

They all moved quickly, ushering me into the backseat of the car with Giovanni. Luca took the wheel, driving us away, while Eleonora and Nonna remained behind with Riccardo’s men.

“I need to cut off your glove.” He took out his knife, and I followed his gaze, only now noticing I had glass stuck into the palm of my hand.

“Hold her!” Luca shouted. I looked up just in time to see a car coming out of nowhere and hitting us.

Giovanni held me tightly, sheltering my head with his arms as we were violently thrown into the car door.

“Are you okay?” I checked on Giovanni, confirming he was unharmed, before turning my attention to Luca.

Words caught in my throat when I saw a man standing just outside my window, a rifle aimed directly at me.

Then he pulled the trigger.

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Damiano

“All preparations are ready.” Antonio informed me as we entered my office.

“Good.” I replied, taking a seat on the couch.

My gaze swept over the various files and pictures scattered on the table. I was now convinced that each attack was connected, but the lingering questions were how and why.

“So, you’re confident he’s got something to do with this mess?” Raffaele asked and sprawled on the couch.

“I found a microphone in the pendant of her necklace.” I replied. Raffaele sat up straight and looked at me in surprise.

“And you think he did it?”

“I know it was him. He told her she forgot it in the hospital. She wasn’t wearing the necklace once we got to the hospital. When we went back to clean the house, it was nowhere to be seen, so either she lost it in the woods, or they grabbed it before we would notice.” I explained.

“And suddenly it just happened to have a microphone in it.” Antonio added.

“Do you still have the necklace? Maybe I can trace its origin, find out where it was purchased, and identify the buyer.” Raffaele said.

“I broke it.”

He gave me a blank look.

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