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"What needs to be done, Bolillo," Gonzalez bit out. He still wouldn’t look me in the goddamn eye.

"You fucked me over, G," I growled. "And for what?"

Gonzalez clenched his jaw and looked into the flames, but didn’t answer me.

Using every ounce of strength that I had left in my body, I forced myself to get up off that fucking ground.

I wasnotdying on my knees for any motherfucker.

And certainly not a turncoat bastard like him.

With blood oozing from my chest and stomach, I reached one hand into my pocket and pulled out my cigarettes.

If I was going out tonight, I was having a goddamn smoke first.

Weak to the bone, I put the box to my lips and pulled out a smoke, but I couldn’t light it. I was too fucking weak.

Gonzalez finally looked at me with stormy eyes and a masked expression. He muttered a string of curses under his breath before digging into his own pocket and pulling out his lighter. Flicking it open, he stepped forward and lit my cigarette.

A tall, weathered looking man stepped out of the shadows then, and Iknew.

I knew exactly why this was happening.

Why I'd been summoned here tonight.

I'd been double-crossed.

"Mr. Casarazzi," the old man said in a light tone. "We finally meet."

Tilting my head to one side, I cocked a brow and stared at the ageing man in front of me.

So, this was him.

The famous fucking sperm donor.

My best friend's father.

Hope's grandfather.

David Henderson.

Shaking my head, I took a deep drag of my smoke and turned to Gonzalez. "What did he offer you?" I asked in a flat tone. "Thirty pieces of silver?"

Gonzalez didn’t respond, but his nostrils flared and he balled his hands into fists at his side.

"And you took it like the Judas bastard you are," I told him. "You have no honor, G. No goddamn loyalty."

"Now, now," David taunted, chuckling darkly. "Don’t be a sore loser, Lucky."

Clenching my jaw, I turned to glare at him. "You gonna kill me yourself, David?" I looked him up and down before sneering in disgust. "Or are you afraid to get your own hands bloodied?"

David grinned darkly at me. "Get the other one," he barked. "I want him to watch."

"Before we go any further, there is the matter of the girl," Gonzalez interrupted, eyes locked on David. "Yourdaughter."

"Daughter?" David threw his head back and laughed. "She's a result of a couple of hours of fun in a whorehouse. Nothing more."

Gonzalez stared hard at him for the longest moment before finally nodding stiffly to one of his men who strode off in the direction I'd come from.

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