Page 58 of Vito

My brain must be misfiring. I blink, not believing what I'm seeing.

It can't be actually happening.

The guy who attacked me—who I shot and stabbed—is Cutt, and he isn't quite dead yet from the wounds I gave him.

Vitoholds Cutt up by his throat, and he rams a knife into his stomach and rips it upward. Cutt's choked screams sound weak, and his blood spurts and gushes. Then Vito tears the knife free and slams it into Cutt's eye, embedding it to the hilt.

This can't be happening.

I blink again, staring at Vito as he drops Cutt like a bag of shit.

I stumble back, and someone steadies me. I rip away from them, spinning with my knife raised, and bring it down.

"Fuck, Ed!" The guy barely dodges my blade as it slams into the cupboard door. "It's me. Raf." He backs away, hands raised.

My chest heaves as the light from the bathroom illuminates Vito, covered in blood, standing over a dead body.

Cutt—a member of the Havoc Guardians—is dead in my kitchen. I wounded him, likely mortally. But Vito finished him off. Violently.

The kitchen lights turn on, and I see Raf standing by the light switch. My eyes swivel back to Vito.

His blue-green eyes are wild, and he rushes for me. I don't move. I can't. I'm too stunned. Too in shock.

We're so fucked.

Vito's big, scarred hands are bloody. He grips my face, searching it, and then he pats me vigorously.

He's covered in blood, and so am I.

"Are you hurt, baby?"

I stare at him in shock.

"Are you hurt, Eden?!" Vito shouts, then lifts my soaked shirt. But the blood is Cutt's from when I shot and stabbed him.

"No." My body shakes as the full reality of what happened sinks in.

I don't give a shit about Jax, but Cutt isn't just a Havoc Guardian; he's thePrez'scousin.

I rip free of Vito's hands, staggering back, staring at him. "Why would you kill Cutt? Why would you kill someone that could start a war!"

"They were in your home, Eden," Vito says calmly, covered in blood and gore, unfazed, looking at me like he'd do it all over again. "They attacked you."

"Then fucking shoot them in the ass!"

He bursts out laughing, and Raf tries to hide his smile.

I grip my hair. "This isn't funny."

Vito sobers. "You're right. I should've shot them in the ass. Patched up Cutt's wounds that you gave him, took both of them to my playroom, and made them scream. For. Days."

"What?" I gasp. "Why the hell would you do that, Vito?"

"They came for you," he growls. "To hurt you… or worse. They don't get to fucking breathe."

"That wasn't your call to make. This could start a war… Goddammit. I need to call Ash—"

"Nope." Raf grabs my phone off the island, finally silencing it. "Not letting you do that."

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