Page 77 of Promise Never

Fury climbs.

I’ve lostRuniand the rest of my men. It’s twisted that the bastard probably killed hisguards in the process, but at least that lessens our opponents.

“This is your end, Alessandro,” Zenotaunts. “You’re trapped. My men and I will wait right here until you come out.Soaccept your fate like a man.”

My two remaining guards look at me fororders.

I have nothing.

What am I doing? I’m no leader. Inever had a clue.

I fell into a trap as my father did.

Enrique grips my shoulder. “Ales, giveme a gun. I’ll hold them off while you get out of here.”

“Do you think I could live with myselfif I saved my ass and left you to die?” I tighten my grasp on the guns. “We’reFattore. We’ll go down fighting.”

I push from the ground, my men doingthe same, ready to take as many of those bastards with me.

Just as we’re about to rush frombetween the crates, the hook of a crane comes flying through the back windows,taking out three of Zeno’s men.

“Ugh!” The rest plunge to the floorfor cover.

My men and I duck as it sails inreverse, then we use the opportunity to kill two more assholes before Zenoregains his composure.

Someone opens fire through the bustedwindows, making Zeno peel off with the two remaining men.

“Stay with my brother!” I order my guardsand hasten to catch Zeno.

My eyes expand from shock when Iglimpse my savior outside, running afterCostantini.

Tiana.

“Shit!” I bustle out of the warehouseand zip down the dock.

Tiana shoots one of Zeno’s men,swerving behind a shipping container when the other fires back at her.

I veer between the containers untilI’m at her side.

“Are youallright?” she asks.

My brows fly up, and I angle my head,staring at her with amazement. “Am Iallright? Whatthe hell! I told you to stay at the house!”

She huffs and clicks her tongue.“Let’s argue later, yeah. We’re in the middle of something.”

We steer around at the same time,taking out the last man.

“Cazzo!”Zeno sputters in agony when Tiana hits him in his leg right as he’s about toget onto a boat. He loses his grip on the gun. It falls into the water, and hestaggers behind containers to evade us.

“Stay here,” I demand and discreetlymove between the rows, searching for Zeno.

I’m sure he’s in pain from thegunshot, but he’s managing to stay quiet.

Reaching a corner, I pause at the backof the container for a second, then swing around, ready to shoot.

No Zeno.

Shit. Where’s the bastard hiding?

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