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“We’re supposed to keep her alive,” the only other living guard said to Tommy.

Without even looking in his direction, Tommy shot him straight through the fucking head. The guard fell back against our bedroom room wall, his blood splattering everywhere.

I fucking hated him with everything I had. I wished I hadn’t been so stupid. I wished I’d killed him when I had the fucking chance.

Why’d I wait? Why’d I want revenge so bad?

Tommy pushed the gun against my forehead. “Ciao, Chiara.”

And then the sound of a gun firing off rang through the entire apartment.

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Tommy dropped his gun, blood spurting from the giant hole in his hand. I stared, wide-eyed, at him, grabbed his gun from the floor, and pointed it at whoever had shot him. I prayed to God it was Alessandro, back from New Jersey, but instead, it was Tommy’s whore of a girlfriend.

She furrowed her brows at me. “What are you waiting for? Kill his ass.”

Confused, I looked back and forth between Tommy and her. What the fuck was going on? Why was she here, and why was she helping me kill him? Didn’t she want his dick all the fucking time?

Tommy lunged at me, and I shot a bullet straight through his abdomen. Then another through his head. Then another. And another. And another. Until all the bullets were gone and I was standing over him.

He lay in a pool of his own blood on our bedroom floor, too many holes in his head for me to count. I threw the gun down at him and told him to fuck himself, looking back up at his whore and getting ready to strangle her.

She gave Tommy the most disgusted look she could muster. I turned to her and stalked forward, snatching her gun right out of her hand and pointing it directly at her.

“Why the fuck did you shoot him?” I asked through clenched teeth.

It didn’t make sense. None of it made any sense at all. She shouldn’t be here.

“You won’t believe me if I told you,” she said, staring right at the muzzle, then at me. Jaw clenched, hair pulled back into a tight ponytail, dressed in something a lot more comfortable than her usual whorish clothes.

“You’re right,” I said, pushing the gun against her forehead. “I wouldn’t.”

“If you kill me, you will never find Alessandro.”

“Don’t speak his name like you know him,” I said through clenched teeth, my entire body shaking. “You’re not going to take him away from me either. He’s mine, and your whore hands aren’t going to touch him.”

She scrunched up her nose. “You think I wanted Tommy? I had to do what I had to do for Alessandro. I needed to get all the information out of Tommy’s sorry ass.”

“You work for Alessandro?” I asked, unable to piece this all together.

Her gaze flickered to the ground for a moment, eyes softening before they turned hard again.

“Answer me,” I said, pushing my gun harder against her forehead.

“No,” she said. “We’re acquaintances. I met him in Italy. He helped me out of a rough life.”

I felt so shitty. First, she had taken Tommy, and now, she knew Alessandro. And what the hell did she mean that she needed to get information out of him? What kind of information had Tommy had that I didn’t?

“Alessandro is in trouble,” she said.

Trouble? Alessandro was in trouble? What had happened in Jersey? Did he get—

“He’s being tortured at your father’s home. We need to save him.”

“Why should I trust you?” I asked, narrowing my eyes at her.

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