Page 92 of The Devil's Secret

He didn’t even see my other revolver, hidden in my jacket pocket. His hands clamp around the hole in his stomach, blood rushing out. The shell-shocked look on his face only irritates me, so I fire another into his forehead, killing him in a flash.

I fight off every living, breathing Palermo man, my brothers and our men all doing the same. But my goal is to get to Jade and take her the hell out of here before she becomes a casualty.

Where the fuck is she?

Dom has Joey Russo in his grasp, punching the shit out of him as the scumbag groans in pain, cowering on the ground, before getting a hard kick in the stomach. But Dom doesn’t stop, his shoe pressing down over his throat as he fights for air, his fingers clawing with desperation.

The other men are all at our mercy, more of them arriving from below the trapdoor that has now popped open, the place where the Bianchis have been hiding the club.

As my nine rips into the forehead of another man, I see Jade from the corner of my eye, that bastard pointing his weapon at her, but my girl, she has one on him too.

“Don’t, Jade!” I shout, but in the chaos, she doesn’t hear me. I run across the wide space, shoving at the men around me to get to her, to stop her, afraid that his bullet will enter her before hers kills him.

Pop.

Fuck!

I’m too late. She shoots, as I continue to run, to scream her name, afraid he’ll kill her, but instead of firing back, Agnelo only laughs.

Jade’s shouting slams into my gut as I’m finally beside her. Her bullet, it didn’t hurt Agnelo at all. It hit Kayla instead.

She falls to the ground as he lets her go.

“No!” Jade screams, dropping the gun and running toward her friend, whose arm oozes with blood as Jade quickly removes her hoodie and wraps it around the wound. “I’ve got you,” she says with a sob. “We’ll go to a hospital as soon as we get out of here.”

Agnelo takes this opportunity to try and run, gun raised to me as he steps backward toward the door only a foot away. He may act tough, but he’s a pussy. He flees when real trouble comes, and we’re as real as it gets. He won’t escape us now. Not this time.

I’m on him before he can move another inch, swiftly kicking the weapon from within his grasp, slamming another kick across his ankles, dropping him to the floor.

“Finally.” My foot lands over his round stomach, retrieving the pistol from my pocket, pointing it at his chest. “I get to kill you.”

My thumb rests over the trigger, and with a final look, I start to pull.

“Put your gun down,” a man behind me says. “He’s mine.” The cold metal of what I know is a weapon is pressed to the back of my head.

“Nah, man. You must be confused,” I tell him, turning toward whoever the hell it is, about to kill him too if he doesn’t take that pistol away from my face.

He stares me down, fury locked in his eyes, and I do the same. But as I look at him, this kid no older than me, I’m momentarily gripped by the realization that I’ve seen him before.

“Who the hell are you?” He ignores my question, his glare darting past me and now centered at Agnelo, cocking the weapon at him.

“Ahh, there he is,” Agnelo jeers. “I’ve been looking for you.”

My pulse knocks within my head, this uneasy energy rustling in the air, blowing over me.

“Well, you found me,” the guy calmly says, though his expression is anything but calm. “Now tell me where she is. Where the hell did you send her?”

I look between them, unsure who they’re talking about, trying to place this stranger at the same time, but I can’t.

How the hell do I know him? Maybe from one of our clubs?

“Tsk, tsk.” Agnelo laughs, his brows dipping with amusement. “You’ll never find her. Stupid kid. I told you, she’ll never be yours. When will you finally listen?”

The room has gone silent, my brothers and Elliot moving closer from my left, their footsteps crunching over the glass.

The guy growls, kneeling to the floor, the butt of his nine slamming hard into Agnelo’s temple. “She’s your fucking daughter and you sold her? To who?”

Daughter?

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