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We finally reach the last door, which I can only assume to be Karl’s office. I twist the doorknob but find it locked. I back several feet away and after gathering momentum, I kick the door open. I hear a woman scream as the knob flies across the room, and we find ourselves inside a small and dirty office. The half-naked woman runs for the door, but Alessandro grabs her by the hair. “Where do you think you’re going?” he smirks at her.

I catch Karl sitting down on his swivel chair with his pants down. He tries to make a run for it, but I grab him by the collar and kick him in the nuts. He screams in agony and rolls around on the floor like a pathetic slug. I place my foot on top of his flaccid penis, threatening to crush his balls if he tries to call for help.

“Where's the fucking money?” I step on his balls harder.

Karl screams again, “I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about!”

“Maybe this will help you remember,” I squish his flesh with my shoe.

The woman whimpers, but my brother shuts her up real quick, shifting his jacket to show her his gun.

“Don’t make me ask again.” Karl squirms under my foot.

“Alright.” His face turns a sickly-grey, and he raises his clammy hands in surrender. I watch him as he crawls to the metal safe under his desk. He inputs the code and takes out a wad of cash. He then puts it in a bag and hands it over to me.

“Thank you for your business,” I hoist the bag over my shoulder.

Alessandro pushes the woman to the floor and follows me outside. As we’re walking to my car, he says, “You’ve gone soft, Ezio. I would’ve cut his dick off. Make sure he learns a lesson or two. This is how I know you’re not fit to lead.”

I whip around and push him against the car with my hand enclosed around his throat.

“You know, you’ve been acting more cocksure than usual, Alessandro,” I growl.

He claws at my hand, but he knows that it’s useless.

“If you want to keepyourprivates, I suggest you say nothing else,” I let him go, and he gasps for air. I throw the money in the backseat and take the wheel, “Now get the fuck in here, so we can leave this filthy place.”

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Alessandro returns to the manor alone. His little assignment might be done, but there’s still business to complete. He heads for the den or rather the bunker that his father treats as his main headquarters. He descends the stairs and feels the sense of impending doom. It’s as if he’s descending into the pits of hell. When he reaches the double doors, two Italian men who didn’t speak a drop of English with their assault rifles and sullen faces, immediately recognize him and let him in. Alessandro wears a smug look on his face. Being the son of the Don has its perks, but even more so whenheis the Don himself.

He finds his father alone in his chamber. Stefano is alone and is sitting at the head of the table, reading the papers and smoking a cigar with one hand. Alessandro clears his throat to let his father know that he has arrived.

Stefano looks at him and asks, “Is it done?”

“It’s done,” Alessandro confirms.

“And Ezio?” his father asks.

“You were right,” Alessandro answers. “Heisacting weird. I think he’s hiding something.”

“Mhmm.” Stefano returns his attention to the newspaper. “Keep an eye on him and report anything of interest straight back to me. I don’t want anyone else knowing about this, do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

Stefano dismisses him with a wave of his hand. Alessandro retreats back upstairs, having just done a deal with the devil himself. The two guards look at him as if he’s crazy for plastering a sinister grin on his face. Sooner or later, the title of Don will be his, and Ezio will be no more.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Nicoletta

It’s been hours since Ezio left this morning. I don’t like how the conversation abruptly ended. I scoff to myself.Conversation?Fight is a more proper term. I said some things that I now regret, and I’m sure there were some that he would like to take back too. As I replay the argument in my head, I get mad all over again.Was it too much to ask?I only want to know if he likes me beyond our physical connection. While the sex is amazing, it’s not enough to make me feel secure. I’m already in danger of becoming emotionally attached to him, and I just want to know if he feels like that, too. If I’m going to be with someone, I want it to be with someone I love and someone who loves me back.

Why does this have to be so complicated?

The thing that bugs me the most isn’t the fight, but the fact that I can sense that Ezio is hiding something. I’m sure that he’s telling me the truth about my abduction, but I can also tell that he’s leaving some information out. The story he told me has too many holes. He said that he intervened because I didn’t deserve to be captured, but it doesn’t really answer anything. When he met me at the club, did he already know me then? How did he know when and where I was going to be taken? Was he originally in on the plan? I shudder at the thought.

My brain keeps itching about it, but I don't know when the right time is to ask him. Whenever I look into those deep green eyes, I never know what he’s thinking. There’s a solid curtain that I can never look behind.

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