I didn’t need to look up to know snipers were positioned on the rooftops of the ancient brick warehouse buildings on either side of the street., waiting.
Watching.
I was ready for war.
With a steady hand, I peered through the scope of my sniper rifle as I stepped out of the SUV.
“Mavin!” I called out, my voice slicing through the tension.
A sneer crackled through the bullhorn. “What the fuck do you want, you weak piece of shit?”
I scanned left—rifle aimed at the men flanking me. Then up—rooftop snipers in position.
A low chuckle rumbled in my chest. “What makes me weak, Mavin? The fact that I didn’t want to join your family?”
“Yes,” he spat.
Coward. Hiding behind the steel walls of his tank.
I tuned out Ritchie and the others, locking in on my surroundings.
“You thought you could use my family to line your pockets,” I continued, voice steady. “Thought you’d get richer off the backs of the Pituccos.”
Mavin’s voice turned sharp. “You motherfucker—”
A shot rang out. A bullet struck my leg. The armor held.
“You think my family built our name by working with scum who don’t give a damn about women and children?” I bit out.
“That’s a Pitucco flaw I plan to fix.”
“My family would never stand for that.”
Mavin’s voice took on a sickening edge. “You will marry my sister. That’s what my father wants.”
I laughed. Cold. Deadly. “Guess you forgot to mention—I’m already married.”
“Oh, he knows,” Mavin said, smug. “Said it’s a minor thing. She’ll be dead in... oh, fifteen minutes.”
My blood ran cold.
“What?” My voice ripped through the air. “No—”
“Your castle’s surrounded,” Mavin taunted. “It’ll explode soon.”
He wanted me distracted. Wanted me stepping right into his crosshairs.
Just because his father planned for me to marry Melina didn’t mean they wouldn’t wound me or beat the shit out of me first.
My chest rose and fell as I tried to calm down. My wife’s face flashed before my eyes.
Bianca.
But then all I could see was fucking red.
“Ah,” I roared as I aimed upward.
Pip