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At the sound of someone at my six o’clock, I turned and nearly flung my knife. I’d never been so happy to see Constantine, especially carrying two 9mms.

“Revenge can wait,” he said, once closer. “You need me.”

I tucked the knife at my back and accepted the 9mm, then spied Enzo coming from the same direction. Clearly, he’d been following Izzy’s directions as well.

“Can’t let you do this without us,” Enzo said, holding two huge-ass kitchen knives.

I looked back and forth between my brothers, and Hudson popped over comms, letting us know he was doing his best to distract Rocco without killing him.

Constantine closed his eyes for a moment, and I knew it killed him not to be the one fighting Rocco, but he chose me. Family over revenge. The man was the best of all of us.

“Let’s do this,” Constantine said while opening his eyes, and without hesitating, he stepped around the hall and took the first shot.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Calliope

“Checking on you. You good?”

At the sound of Gabriel’s voice on the other side of the door, I hopped off the bed and hurried over to let him in. “I’ll be better if you have news.” My heart was going to break a rib with how hard it’d been pounding as I’d stared at my phone for the last few hours, waiting for confirmation Alessandro was alive.

Once in the room, Gabriel flipped open his laptop, hit a few buttons, then spun it around to show me the screen.

“What am I looking at?” I leaned in closer, taking in the sight of people running every which way in chaos. Not the most comforting view.

“I hacked into the cameras outside the nightclub on the street level to see what’s going on,” Gabriel shared, then with his free hand, he pointed at someone on camera getting onto a motorcycle. A few seconds later, police cars were following him.

“Who’s that?” It didn’t look like Alessandro, but the angle wasn’t great. “Do you have good news or not?” My patience had left my body about three days ago, so ...

“That’s Constantine Costa. My guess is he used himself as bait so the others could escape the club unnoticed. You know, so Alessandrocan make it back to you. Typical Constantine. Sacrificing himself.” He looked at the screen, then caught my eye as I digested the news. “We haven’t confirmed yet if the target is down, but I have to assume everything went as planned. Well, mostly everything. Winding up in a police chase means something went sideways.”

Sideways?“So you haven’t heard from Alessandro?”

“Not yet. They’re probably still trying to put some distance between themselves and the crime scene. But I did get word League members were spotted at the club.”

“Is that good or bad?” Shit, I needed to sit.

“If Alessandro completed Armani’s task, it was most likely purposeful The League opted to be seen on camera. Helps cement the idea the DiMaggios are in league with, well, The League.”

“Oh, uh, yeah, that makes sense,” I murmured, my head spinning as I finally sat.

Gabriel followed me over, but before he could sit, an uninvited visitor joined us.

“I thought he kicked you out,” I said at the sight of Marcello barging in.

“He came to his senses, realizing I’m like a son and he can trust me,” Marcello said, eyes snapping to Gabriel. “What are you doing alone with her?” He snatched the laptop from Gabriel.

“She wanted to see her aunt,” Gabriel gritted out, and it was obvious he was doing his best not to take the laptop back and hit Marcello over the head with it.

If only you could.

Marcello checked the screen before chucking the computer onto the bed, and I stole a look at it to see Gabriel had changed the view to the cruise ship, where my aunt was enjoying a midnight party on the top deck.

Fast fingers. Thank God.“What are you doing in my room?” I stood, forcing my legs to behave and be steady so I could face off with a manwho, in truth, scared the hell out of me. Maybe even more than Armani did, because at least I knew Armani wanted me alive.

Marcello grunted, displeased with my very existence, then jerked a thumb over his shoulder as Armani joined us. “Costa pulled it off,” Marcello added under his breath. “Esposito and his second-in-command are dead.”

“And is Alessandro okay?” I asked Armani as he worked the knot of his tie loose.

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