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Gabe looks at my phone in my hand. He knows what I'm going to do but only nods, then heads into the factory.

I flip my phone over in my hand, trying to resist but knowing I'll fail like every other time.

I unlock my phone and go to my pictures. Selecting the encrypted folder that requires both a password and my facial scan, I open the folder to go through the pictures within.

They're all of the same young woman, all taken without her knowledge. There's picture after picture of a tiny little blonde with doe-like eyes.

The only way I can describe the blonde color of her hair is like staring into a glass of the finest champagne with a hint of creaminess. The tresses are wavy and soft-looking and hang to her mid-back.

Her skin color has soft bronze undertones, accentuating her soft brown eyes. I expected her to have blue eyes, but the brown ones were a pleasant surprise.

Her lips are the perfect cupid's bow.

Her frame is slight. Based on the pictures, I expect the top of her head to hit my mid-chest. Compared to her, I'll look like a giant.

Nova Mancini.

The Mancini Princess.

My enemy's only daughter.

And my soon-to-be captive.

My perfect revenge.

Nova Mancini doesn't know it yet, but I'm about to become her biggest monster and nightmare.

Chapter 40

Vito

Myworldwasredand filled with screams.

Just like the unhinged beast inside me loves when it's allowed to play.

Ohith and I let Dom and Ash have some fun. Massimo had declined; I know if he had let himself have a go, he wouldn't have been able to stop.

Then Ohith and I got to work. And work we did. He's a smaller man, quiet and refined. Butdamn, is he sadistic. We worked well together, my future father-in-law and I.

We had an hour, and we made every second count. The memory of Eden's injuries and the emotional and psychological pain they caused her all demanded my worst. And when I heard more of the details of what these motherfuckers had admitted and said to Eden in that room, that brought me to a whole new level of unhingedness.

I'm covered—painted—in their blood and stand in front of a pile of bloody flaps of skin. These are the tattoos we carved fromAmazu, Lixin, and Novak. And they had a shitload of tattoos between the three of them.

I undo my jeans, take out my dick, and piss all over the pile, feeling contentment at further desecrating their flesh. Raf hands me a bottle of lighter fluid—that we may or may not have used to light Lixin's hair on fire, then hit him with the fire extinguisher because we couldn't let the fucker die too quickly.

But I digress.

Raf hands me a bottle of lighter fluid that I spray all over the pissed-on, bloody pile of tattooed flesh and flick a match to light it all on fire.

Lixin is dead. Amazu is dead. Novak is dead. The marks of their betrayal against us are burning and melting.

But a reckoning is still coming. My gut swirls with nausea that Eden could be taken from me yet.

As much as I appreciate Dom and Ash being here to help, their presence is a complication. We didn't technically need their help—not with our crew of a hundred versus thirty—but they deserved to be here because of the treachery against the Chamber.

Even if I hadn't pulled that stunt of claiming Eden in front of everyone on the factory floor, they had witnessed the lengths I went to avenge her.

They know I've obliterated the line drawn between our kind and Gilly's owner-operator.

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