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“He went downstairs with Dom,” he said with panic. “You’ve got to come with me now. Luca has been hurt, it’s bad.”

My heart stopped, my breathing stopped, everything stopped as if time went completely still. Those words were the most terrifying I'd ever heard.

“Let’s go.” I started to follow him down the corridor to the elevators, my mind going a thousand miles per second, but suddenly it didn't feel right. Why wasn't Dom coming to pick me up?

I slowed down my pace, deciding to test him. “How did he get hurt at Carter’s office?”

“I’m not sure, a lone shooter was waiting for him there,” he added, pressing the elevator button.

Liar!I stopped walking. “Sorry, my bag, I need it.” I turned around and rushed back toward the room just fast enough not to show I was running away.

Once the door was closed behind me, I could call Luca and—

Just as I was about to walk into the room, an arm tightened around my neck, so tightly it cut off my air supply.

“I wonder, where did I go wrong?” Savio whispered against my ear.

I gasped as I felt the sting of a needle in my neck and everything went dark.

Chapter Twenty-Three

LUCA

“Do you realize how ludicrous it sounds?” Matteo asked, leaning back on his black leather chair while playing with his Zippo.

Matteo’s office was just like him and his soul…all made of black furniture and glass. His desk imposing, his chair so big, it was more like a comfortable throne.

I leaned forward on my seat. “Are you telling me you don’t think Benny would be able to kill to be capo?”

Matteo laughed. “Oh no, Benny's totally able to kill for this. But he and his idiot son…” He shook his head. “They are not good or smart enough to get away with something like that.”

“Maybe the Armenians were involved. He does seem like their little bitch now.”

Matteo rolled his eyes. “The Armenians are opportunists; they would not have bothered with your uncle before he became the capo.” He sighed. “What evidence do you even have?”

Dom was about to answer when my phone vibrated. I looked to see Enzo’s name. I frowned. The kid hated to speak on the phone for obvious reasons; having him call me didn’t predict anything good.

“Enzo?”

Matteo threw me an incredulous look like he could not believe I was answering a call in his presence.

“L-l-luca. I-I-I t-think S-savio and my f-father have done s-s-something b-bad.”

“What have they done?”

“C-c-cassie.”

I jumped from my seat and gestured to Dom to stand up.

“Are you home?”

“Y-yes.”

“Fine. Dom is coming to pick you up. You stay there.” I hung up. “Enzo said his father has Cassie.”

Dom paled as his hands tightened into a fist. “He’s dead,” he growled.

I sometimes forgot how important she was also for him.

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