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O’Doyle might think he has the upper hand, hiding our enemy. But we will find him. We always do.

I’m taking notes on my cell, listening when O’Doyle’s men mention thinks like “the package” and “the prize”.

These assholes have no idea who they’re dealing with.

A few weeks ago, I watched a video of Nico Fury gauging out some asshole’s eyes for peeping on his wife.

What does this moron O’Doyle think is going to happen when I confirm Nico’s suspicion that he’s hiding the guy who threatened Nico’s pregnant wife?

Yeah.

It’s not something good, I can tell you that.

And I’m about two seconds from confirming it. I have dozens of people working for me. For the Vipers.

Hundreds, even.

When I think about Maria, I understand Nico’s actions a little better.

There is something about the curvy little seductress that disintegrates any shred of civilization left in my moral compass.

Hell.

The damn thing might be broken for all I know.

Angel’s phone pings, and he grunts, trying to take it out of his tight fucking jeans.

Not his fault, really. He’s just built like a Mack truck.

It’s been twenty minutes, and I’m getting impatient.

I should be home. With her.

An image of Matteo Sanchez flits through my mind, and I get mad.

That asshole seems to have an unhealthy attachment to my woman. And I am just the man to relieve him of that disturbing fucking delusion.

I will too. As soon as I get back home.

I should text her.

And I’m about to, but Angel finally gets his phone open.

“Oh fuck,” he grunts, and then I see Nico running towards us.

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE-MARIA

“You’re gonna be okay, sweetheart,” I coo to Anna who is sobbing uncontrollably in her hospital bed.

It was late when Giselle called me with Anna on the line. The latter was hysterical. She started spotting and was worried about the baby, so I told her to call an ambulance.

Luckily, we got there as they arrived, and Sisi and I both bullied our way into the vehicle.

Not like the EMTs were going to say no when there were six armed bodyguards with us.

In fact, one joined us in the back of the ambulance.

“Why the hell is it hot in here? I’m going to get a nurse,” Giselle says.

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