Page 55 of Killer Love

“I’m here. I’m alive.”

“You came back...”

I shake my head. “I never left you, Sofia.”

She collapses against my chest, squeezing my jacket in her weak grasp. I look over at Fox as she shakes like a lost animal in my arms. His shock is obvious, even through his mask. I glance at my hands, staring at my red-coated fingers.

What the hell happened here?

Someone stumbles out into the hallway down the corridor and he limps in our direction.

Gio.

He sees my face and he stops cold.

I look him up and down, seeing splotches of blood staining his clothes. Sofia squeezes me even tighter at the very sight of him.

“He knows,” she whispers at me. “He knows everything.”

Gio spins around to take off in the other direction. I give Fox a quick nod.

Fox raises his rifle and takes aim at Gio’s head.

“Wait!” Sofia shouts and grabs Fox’s arm. “Don’t shoot him.”

I look down at her swollen eyes and my heart clenches. She should want this bastard dead more than anybody. “Sofia, he deserves this.”

“He took Lucian,” she says. “I don’t know where, but he does.”

Fox adjusts his aim and fires.

The bullet clips Gio’s right calf, sending him spinning down to the carpet before he reaches the far corner. He screams and struggles to pull himself up but the pain sends him back down to the floor.

I follow him with a wide stride, taking Sofia’s hand in mine, driven by a pure, aching vengeance.

Gio claws at the floor to distance himself from me but I’m on him in seconds, digging my heel into his leg and he cries out in agony.

“Where is he?” I hiss, letting up on his leg to make him stop squealing.

He smirks at me. “My son is safe.”

My rage boils, flashing white light in my eyes.

My son. He’s my fucking son.

“Where?!” I ask again, leaning into his wound.

Gio grunts with frustration. “What was it like, eh?” he spits through his teeth. “Taking another man’s wife, right under his nose? In his own fucking house?”

“Not bad, honestly.”

“Do you have no honor, Lutrova?”

“It comes and goes.” I bend down, blissfully enjoying the pain in his eyes. “And for the record, she wasn’t even your wife yet. She came to me because she couldn’t stand the idea of you getting to her first. And come, she did.”

Sofia squeezes my hand. “Luka…”

Gio’s eyes shift toward hers. “I should have known when my virgin bride didn’t bleed for me.”

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