Page 166 of My Sweetest Temptation

A chill ran down my spine. I struggled to breathe as anxiety coiled tightly around my chest. The thought of Winter betraying me clawed at my insides. “If you’re lying?—”

“Confront her, and you’ll see the truth for yourself.”

“What makes you think I won’t kill her myself if what you’re saying was true?”

My men's eyes narrowed into slits, and they exchanged anxious glances at my words.

“You won’t have the balls to kill the woman you love.”

“It wouldn’t be the first time,” I snarled, every muscle in my body rigid.

“But this one's different. She means something to you. You won’t be able to pull that trigger, not without a piece of your heart dying with her."

“What do you gain from this?” I asked.

“Let's just say I’ve waited a long time for this day."

“For what?”

“To take back what is rightfully mine. I will get what I want," he proclaimed.

“Then you're a delusional fuck,” I spat. “Do you know who you’re dealing with?”

The man cackled. “I know exactly who I’m dealing with," he replied arrogantly.

“Is that so?" I growled. " Know this. You’re going to regret the moment you decided to fuck with me. If karma won’t kill you, I sure fucking will. And that’s my promise.”

There was a brief moment of silence before he spoke again.

"This was just a courtesy call. Remember, I have eyes everywhere, and I'm the one pulling the strings.”

"You started the fight by threatening me. But if you step foot in my domain, it will be the last thing you will do. You're starting a war that you won't win."

The line went dead, and the phone started to smoke. I threw it across the room before it could do any damage.

"Anything, Luca?" I asked.

"No, I couldn't get through. The signals were bouncing everywhere, and I couldn't pinpoint one location, " he replied.

"FUCK!" I roared, punching a hole in the wall, my knuckles beginning to bleed. “What’s going on, Nico?” Uncle asked wearily.

“He says Winter is the mole,” I told them.

“What the hell? You believe him?” Matteo asked.

I shook my head in frustration. “I don’t know anymore.” Heated anger coursed through me, tightening my throat at the thought of Winter betraying me.

“There’s more. He said that Winter is not who she says she is.”

“I don’t understand. What does she have to do with any of this?” Luca pressed, his brow furrowed.

I stomped over to the bar, pouring myself a drink, the liquor sloshing in the glass as my hands trembled. “He said her real name is Gigi, not Winter,” I spat out. “He said he sent her.”

“Wait, what?” Matteo’s eyes widened as he rose to his feet and strode toward me.

"Nico, how well do you know Winter?" my uncle asked in a quiet tone.

I shot him a sharp glance, narrowing my eyes. "She can’t be the fucking mole."

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