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“Do I look like I fucking care about your discomfort? Find her or it’ll be your skin he wants instead of hers.”

“It’s a lot of effort to go through just so he can kill her.”

My heart is beating so loudly that I’m sure they will hear it.

The tears are streaming down my cheeks, leaving wet lines that the wind is biting at.

“Hey, over here, there are some skid marks. I think she went this way.”

Fuck.

They are even closer. They must have seen where I fell.

“There - you can see where she went—”

“Do you think she fell all the way down the slope?”

“No. The marks in the soil stop—there—”

“Fuck. We have to go down there.”

“Get moving.”

I don’t know whether to hold my ground or run.

I try to move, and the ground slides away beneath me. If I move wrong, I will slide all the way down the slope and it’s a pretty rocky, steep fall. I won’t survive it. But what’s worse?

Lenny Malone or falling off the side of a cliff face?

Honestly, the cliff face is the kinder option.

I’ve heard the stories about Malone. I’ve heard my brothers talking about him.

How is he involved in this? Why is he after me?

I hear heavy thuds as one man slides down the side, using his knife to spear into the wet earth as a grip. I look around from where I’m hiding and it’s the worst timing because I look directly into his face. His dark eyes lock with mine and he stabs his blade into the soil to shift himself lower, closer to me.

“She’s fucking here. That stupid bitch is making me fucking filthy.”

“Get her. Don’t let her get away.”

Chapter Fourteen

NEVIO

All the way home from the bar, I am thinking about Lenny Malone and what kind of monstrous things he would do to Dalila if he got his hands on her.

It’s eating me alive and making my skin crawl just to think about it.

At least I can explain a little more to her about what is going on.

Perhaps with this new information she will be more open to talking to me again and we can work on our relationship again.

It frustrates me she is pushing me away. That first night - I knew it was too good to be true. Too intimate, she was too open and tender and eager.

“Fuck.” I mutter, remembering her begging me to make love to her.

I pull into the driveway at home and there seems to be some kind of issue.

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