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Then everything goes black.

Chapter 35

ANGELO

"Candi asked me if I would kill you if Bianca needed me to." I smirk at Salvatore, who is sharing the back seat of the SUV with me.

He left his at the club when we went to lunch after making sure the women were safely tucked away in the manager's office.

"The fuck. Bianca loves me."

"That's why I felt safe telling heryes."

"You asshole. I bet you meant it too." Salvatore doesn't sound too broken up by the prospect.

"I did."

"Good. Bianca deserves a friend who watches out for her like that and Candi deserves a man who would make that promise."

"Fuck, listen to you sounding all philosophical."

Salvatore shrugs, unembarrassed by his feelings.

Feelings I would have said he didn't have before he met Bianca. Just like me.

Sure, he showed more affection for his mom and sister, but at the end of the day, Salvatore was capo first, son and brother second. With Bianca, he is husband first, everything else comes after.

It's the way it has to be when you meet your soulmate.

At the club, we find Pietro in the main club area surveilling from one corner. Pitiful Princess doesn't open until later, so the only people around are staff. Derian is in the hall outside the manager's office, looking frosty.

He nods to me and Salvatore and steps back from the office door.

Salvatore shoves it open. "Hey, Candi I hear Death promi…" With a wordless shout, Salvatore rushes forward.

I'm right on his heels.

At first glance, what I see makes no sense to me. Bianca is slumped over the desk, unmoving. And Candi is nowhere to be seen.

Where is she? Did she go into the bathroom to get something to help Salvatore's wife? Why not call Derian in to help?

I rush to the attached bathroom and fling open the door, but there's no one inside the small space.

Coming out, I see that Derian has the door to a storage closet open. "No one's in here, boss."

"Candi!" I yell loud enough to be heard out in the main club.

There's no answer. Grabbing my second by his throat, I throw him up against the wall. "Where is my soul?"

"She was in here, boss," he chokes out. "I never took my eyes off the hall."

"How the fuck is that possible?"

Derian can't answer. My hold on his throat is too tight.

Releasing him, I step back trying to think, but the thoughts in my brain are spinning like chopper blades.

"She didn't come out, Death. That door didn't open," Derian croaks out as he scoots around the desk to look underneath like maybe Candi is hiding there.

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