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After removing my wedding ring—so I wouldn’t get blood on it—I placed it into my pocket and cracked my knuckles. I had been waiting so fucking long for this night, and I would finally be able to let loose on Bethany because she had crossed the line.

Thirty minutes later, we arrived at our home outside the city. I stepped out of the car and walked into the house, down the closest set of stairs to the basement, where we conducted discreet business. Surrounded by guards, Pietro stood next to Bethany, who he hadn’t restrained yet.

The fuck does he think I want her here for?

“What am I doing here, Constantino?” Bethany asked, arms crossed. She snapped her gaze down to my hands. “Not wearing your wedding ring. Did something happen on the vacation that you failed to tell me about, where you took my best friend and your little plaything—”

Lunging forward in front of all the guards, I grabbed the bitch by her hair and hurled her onto the ground. I never laid my hands on a woman, but she had not only threatened the family, but also my relationship with my wife.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Pietro said, grabbing me by the shoulder.

“Get the fuck off me.” I shoved him away and dragged Bethany by the hair across the concrete basement floor to the thick chains we used to restrain people.

She tried to scramble to her feet, but I knocked her back down every single fucking time.

“Someone is finally going to teach you a fucking lesson.”

“Constantino!” she screamed. “Let go of me!”

I snapped cuffs around her wrists, then her ankles.

“Wait until Laila hears about this!” she shouted. “I’ll tell her that you restrained me to a fucking pole Underground, ripped off all my clothes, and raped me. And she’ll fucking believe me because of the shit you’re pulling with your maid—”

I punched her square in the face. This fucking bitch.

“My wife won’t do shit about it,” I growled. “Not when she finds out what you did to Sage.”

“Sage? Is that her name?” Bethany exclaimed, spitting out blood. “You think she’ll give a fuck when she knows that you’ve been sleeping with that bitch so much that you took off your wedding ring?”

“I didn’t remove my wedding band because of Sage,” I said, stepping closer to her and meeting her glare, aching to kick the living shit out of her. “I removed my wedding band so I wouldn’t ruin it with your blood.”

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“Let me out!” Bethany screamed, blood rolling down her face from the gash in her forehead. Her cries echoed throughout the basement as all my men watched me beat the shit out of her. “I’m sorry! I won’t do it again! I’m so sorry!”

But it was a fake apology. It had been fake since the moment I’d ripped off one of her manicured nails with pliers. That bitch had been declawed like the stray sewer cat she was.

Her screams filled me with immense pleasure in ways that it shouldn’t have. Part of me wanted to call Sage to watch so she could enjoy this too. It was sick, twisted, and fucked to be torturing my wife’s best friend. But Bethany deserved it all.

“That’s enough, Constantino,” Pietro said, stepping forward. “You’re going to kill her.”

“Good.”

Pietro snatched my shoulder and flung me back a few feet. Then, he stepped between me and Bethany and slammed his hands into my chest again. “You’re going to punish the bitch when you’re in the wrong?” Pietro spit. “Because you can’t admit to yourself that you have a problem. Because your wife has been begging you for a kid, but you decided to sleep with your maid—”

I hurled my fist at my brother’s face in front of all my men. Blood spurted from his nose.

“Everyone, out!” I growled.

If Pietro wasn’t going to keep his head out of my shit, then I would have to settle this right here and now. No way would he continue to disrespect me in this family. We had the FBI on our ass; he should be on my side for everything.

No matter what.

One of the guards undid Bethany’s chains, and she stumbled out of the basement, leaving a trail of blood. I gritted my teeth, wishing that I had just killed her, but I had run out of time. When I had told Pietro to watch Bethany this week, I hadn’t meant for him to get so fucking close to her that he would stick up for that bitch.

Once everyone, except my brother, had scurried out of the room, I balled my hands into tight fists. Deep down, I feared that I’d have to gut this family from the inside out. When my father—that fucker—had passed the family business down to me, he had left it in shambles. And I had to be the one to fix it.

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