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Enzo shot me a quick look to let me know I needed to chill as I got to my feet.

I closed my eyes for a moment and composed myself. When I opened them, Trent and Anson had entered.

“Hey, is now a good time to talk?” Anson asked. “I’ve got some work I need to get done, so I’ll have to leave soon.”

I nodded tightly.

Maybe it would distract me from my murderous thoughts.

But probably not.

Drake locked eyes with me.

Yeah, definitely not.

CHAPTER 8

Drake

Dom lookedlike he was set on murdering me as his green eyes took me in. I’d seen that look on him before, right before he’d punched Hail in the face on every encounter.

I sat furthest from him as Anson and Trent settled in the other chairs, leaving Dom alone on the couch.

I knew Enzo was going to offer him an escape. If he hadn’t accepted the offer, maybe he would after we spilled the shit we were about to spill.

Because it wasn’t fucking good.

“Speak,” Dom said, his attention focused on Anson. “Quickly.”

“OK. I’ll get right to the point. My name is Anson. You know my brother Trent. My birth name is Alessandro Arcangelo De Santis.”

“And I’m Tomasso De Santis,” Trent said softly.

Dom blinked at them in turn. “What?”

“Our sister was Gianna De Santis. She was Trent’s twin. She was murdered along with our mother several years ago. They tried to kill Trent too, but he survived. We ran and have been on the run since. We didn’t know who our real father was. Mom lefthim years ago and never spoke of him. I have no real memory of him. No pictures. Nothing. Trent and Trin were just infants when our mother left him.”

Dom frowned and remained silent.

“I’ve been searching for their killer since. We had reason to believe it was one of Ivanov’s men. Trent got into Bolten. He worked his way in with the lords. I worked the streets, following any lead I could. We were searching for anything to go on.”

“Which De Santis are you related to? My grandfather Carmine never mentioned you to me, nor has my father.” Dom sat forward.

Trent and Anson exchanged a quick look to one another.

I looked to Enzo who appeared like he was ready to grab Dom if he needed to.

“My search led me to Matteo De Santis,” Anson said softly.

“My father?” Dom’s brows crinkled.

“Your father took me, Dom,” I said, deciding it was time to speak. “That day at the hospital? He offered me my freedom in exchange for Bianca. If I brought her to him, I’d be free. I accepted his offer.”

“What?” Dom was on his feet, Enzo following. Enzo got between me and Dom as I rose.

“Easy. Let him explain,” Enzo said. “Come on, Dom. Listen, man.”

Dom glared at me for a moment before he sat back in his seat. I followed.

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