Page 5 of Her Brutal First Love

The way this person anticipated her every move, even the way he deflected her attacks with an almost taunting style of grace—-

She had seen someone move like this just once, when she had snuck inside the Marchettis' warehouse in downtown Boston. Her sole purpose at that time had been to cause trouble. She hadwanted to give them another reason to admit they had made a mistake in taking her in.

But instead, it was the opposite, and what she had seen that day made her realize she and Giancarlo had more in common than she was willing to admit.

That was the only time she had seen Giancarlo fight.

The only time she had seen him draw and shed blood.

But instead of fearing him, she had wanted to copy his every move—possess the same icy composure he had displayed even when the odds were stacked against him.

Once was all it took, and Sarica knew she wanted to be exactly like Giancarlo when facing death.

And what she had seen that day—

No.

Don't go there.

Just don't.

This had to be someone who knew him well and long enough to mimic the way he fought.

But why, though?

Was it to simply mess with her mind?

Or could it be this person didn't even realize what they revealed with every swing of their fist?

Viktor Biancardi.

Her body shook with rage as soon as the name flashed in her mind, and the more she thought of it, the more it made terrible sense.

The Marchettis had all treated Viktor as one of them.

She herself had looked upon him as a brother.

All of them had seen him asfamiglia.

But in exchange for their loyalty, Viktor had done the one thing none of them ever saw coming.

And because of him—-

Giancarlo was no longer with them.

Why, damn you? Why?

If this was truly Viktor she was now fighting against—-

I just want to know why!

Sarica knew it was foolish of her to lose control of her temper now of all times—

Why?

But pain and grief had already consumed her sanity, and all she wanted now was to know the truth.

How could you do that?

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