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Again. I wasn’t sure if I’d fucked her while intoxicated or what, but I wanted to remember the experience.

“Whatever, man. I’m going to go holla.”

I nodded. “Don’t forget to get me that information.” I knew he was playing it up for me. He nodded his acknowledgement and headed over. No one said they were going to holla at anyone anymore. It wasn’t a thing. Samuel thought he could bring back the early 2000s or something.

I stumbled away from the booth as Samuel’s form swum in front of me, but I was barely seeing him anymore. I saw flashes of violence, bitter smiles, and the promise of chaos I thrived on. But I didn’t thrive on chaos, and that me looked wrong. I shook my head, trying to focus on Samuel, and getting home.

He was Silas’ dog first, but I’d stolen him from right beneath my brother’s nose. Samuel had some trouble with the government, after he was caught hacking into a top clearance database in university.

I saved his ass from jail. He owed me his life. I left the bar and headed toward the house. The air was stifling. It wasn’t supposed to be so hot out. I wouldn’t have worn my suit.

I stumbled a bit as I walked. Something was wrong. The world tilted, and I was shoved into the background of my mind. The last thing I felt was the smirk curling on my lips as he took over. He stepped forward, ready to wreak whatever havoc he had in his mind. My vision swirled, and I had one last thought.

My turn.

I wasn’t sure it belonged to me.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Riccardo

My turn.I warned Sebastian before taking over. The world snapped into focus, like a film reel suddenly spinning back to life, vivid in ways Sebastian could never appreciate. I’d never felt the need to warn before taking over, but something had changed since my little firecracker came into my life. I was sick of lurking in the shadows. I wanted to spend time with her, and learn her likes and dislikes. What did she want?

This wasn’t something I’d ever felt for another human being before. I held no love for family, and no remorse for the heinous things I’d done. Hell, Sebastian was running around trying to eradicate all trafficking rings, when I was the one running them to begin with.

It really confused some of my men.

I started taking over more and more at night because of it. He could be the smooth CEO, while I did all his underhanded dirty dealings in the dark. The two never needed to meet.

And yet, I wanted what he had.

I wanted to walk in the sunlight with my firecracker. Every night I had her, but it wasn’t enough. I quickened my pace. Fucking Sebastian. He should be out with his security detail.

Instead, I was skulking in the shadows with no protection. Not that I needed it. It was more for appearances. I was the Don. After my famiglia’s untimely demise when Silas was excommunicated, I had to show strength, so the men wouldn’t try to stage a coup. It was time for me to see my woman, who was tucked safely at my home, waiting for my cock. Probably for the Prince Albert, she loved it.

Maybe I should get my little firecracker a gift. I looked around to see what stores were open this late. It seemed to be slim pickings. A convenience store across the street, that looked skeptical with its flickering lights, wouldn’t have what I needed.

Distracted as I was, I almost didn’t hear the snap of a branch behind me. I spun as my assailant tried to get the jump on me, and narrowly avoided his knife. A savage grin flashed on my face. This was going to be so fucking cathartic.

I struck out with my gloved fist, catching his jaw. He stumbled, but didn’t go down. I hit him with an uppercut, and took my knee to his face. I didn’t even need to pull my gun. He collapsed on the ground, out cold.

I rummaged through his pockets, but only found a small baggie of coke. Must have been some crackhead trying to steal my wallet off of me. Well, at least he made it easy on me to clean up his mess.

I slit his throat and dragged his body behind a dumpster, then I whipped out my cell.

“What?” Daveed barked into the phone.

“I need your crew.” I didn’t waste time. My cleaners were always working so hard.

He let out a sigh. “Another mess?”

“He was asking for it,” I said, with a glare down at the corpse.

“Be there in ten, make sure–”

“There are no witnesses.” I cut him off.

“Right.” He hung up the phone.

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