Page 62 of Sin & Sapphire

Grégoire sneered. “Her father promised her to me. What the fuck does anyone care if I sample the goods before finding myself tied to American trash for the rest of my life?”

Ana gasped.

“Doucement,” Valentin said. Easy.

“That’s not what happened,” she whispered, the pain in her voice leaving an ache in my chest.

I slid my knife across the man’s stomach before slicing long, deep cuts across it, not deep enough for his intestines to spill out, but deep enough to scare the shit out of him. He groaned, tears spilling down his face, and I leapt back to avoid the piss that streamed down his legs.

“Ana, I’m going to carve this man into tiny little pieces for you, and then I’m coming home to sink my cock into your soaking cunt.”

“You stupid fucking slut, are you sleeping with both of them?” Grégoire said, unable to keep his mouth shut, even to the very end.

I dragged my knife across Grégoire’s neck, my fury at his disrespect outweighing my need to indulge my love of torture, eager to fly back to Nice where Valentin and Ana waited for me.

Blood spurted all over me and the floor.

“You couldn’t have let me put down a fucking tarp first?” Hammad asked. “That was a dick move.”

Ana cried out my name, the sound of her climax sweet in my ear. She whimpered softly as she came down, her breath coming in hard pants. “Shit. Sir, I meant to say Sir,” she corrected herself.

“Good girl,” Valentin said, and she hummed her satisfaction. Clothes rustled, and bodies moved on the line. “Come home to me, Angelo,” he continued softly.

“Always.”

24

LUCA

Fuck these assholes.They didn’t know a goddamned thing. I dropped the Russian soldier onto the floor, his face a bloody mess.

And fuck Dmitri too.

“This is a waste of my time,” I snarled. Not a single one of the soldiers we’d beat up knew why they’d been recruited to burn what few Costa warehouses remained after my sister’s rampage through the city a month ago. Too bad that when Sofia’s husband murdered Gio Costa, she hadn’t moved into the power vacuum, turning up her nose at the logistics powerhouse the Costas had to manage their trafficking operation in favor of taking over her husband’s arms exporting operation in Europe.

Sofia

Why the fuck are you texting Matteo about Ana?

Speak of the devil. No, that wasn’t fair. My sister was a fucking saint, and we’d failed her in every possible way before she’d told us to fuck off and fallen in love.

My heart ached for my best friend, Lorenzo, now one of my sister’s three husbands, who’d stopped texting me when I failed to defend Sofia against my father.

I deserved it.

Sofia didn’t know about Ana and me. Hell,Anadidn’t know about Ana and me. As far as Ana was concerned, I was a fun fuck she’d slept with because it’d piss her father off if he ever found out. And it was my fault for never treating her like anything more. I had no one to blame but myself.

“Head in the game, Russo,” Dmitri said, slamming his hand on my shoulder in a gesture that was as much a warning as comfort.

Should I have told Sofia as soon as I heard? Fuck, I didn’t know. My relationships with my family had been fucked up for a long time.

“Russo!” Dmitri snapped. “You calling the cleanup crew, or do you want me to?”

I wanted to saw the body limb from limb and leave a message for the Russians to stop fucking around in my father’s city.

I wanted to hop on a fucking plane and see with my own eyes that Ana was safe and sound.

I wanted Ana Costa by my side.

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