Page 46 of Killer Love

“The night before the wedding.”

He scoffs. “Why didn’t you say no?”

I cast a sideways glance. “You wouldn’t have said no either, Yuri.”

Fox shifts on his toes and I catch his amused eyes before he turns away to gather his gun case from behind a shelf.

Yuri shakes his head. “You’re a damned fool, Luka,” he says. “Did you even think of the consequences?”

“Of course, I did.”

“Bullshit. If you had, you never would have done it.”

“I couldn’t ignore her.”

“Why not?”

I pause, overwhelmed by how difficult that question is to answer. “What’s done is done, Yuri.”

Anger trembles his face as he backs away from me. I don’t blame him at all. I’d probably have the same reaction if I were in his shoes. He stomps toward his gun. Fox watches him closely as he picks it up off the concrete floor.

“It’s safe to assume that’s why Giovani wants you dead,” Fox says, relaxing his tension as Yuri hides his pistol away in his belt.

I nod as a sudden fear twists my gut.

If Gio knows, then that means—

Sofia.

He won’t let something like this slide. Sofia sought to destroy him — or tear him to shreds, as she so eloquently put it that night. He was willing to kill me over what we did. There’s no doubt in my mind that he won’t do the same to her. Or worse.

I reach into my pocket for my handkerchief and I toss it at Fox. “Come on,” I say, taking fast steps toward the car. “We have to go.”

Yuri stands still. “Where are we going?”

“Back to the Zappia estate.”

“Wait…” Fox says, shaking his head as he wraps the handkerchief around his bleeding bicep. “You can’t go back there. If he sees you, he’ll know I failed and that will get back to my squad. They’ll come looking before we even get out of Italy.”

“I’m not leaving them behind.”

“Luka…” Yuri says. “You can’t be serious.”

“I am.”

Fox follows me toward the car. “You don’t understand. The faster we leave, the better off we’ll all be.”

“Except Sofia.”

“Even if you could get inside, you’ll never make it out again,” he says. “The Zappia estate is notoriously guarded and you can’t take out that many of them by yourself.”

I smirk. “Then, you’ll help me.”

He hesitates. “No.”

“Yes.”

“That isn’t part of the deal. I agreed to give you the file, not take part in murder and kidnapping.”

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