Page 73 of Matteo

He can try,my Corsican had pulled a frying pan into our hands, and he swung, missing Red Tie.

He raised an eyebrow and smirked never uttering a word. My Corsican used that to his advantage and struck again connecting with him hard. The blow caught him upside the head and he stumbled back a few steps.

Fuck that get the knife,I screamed inside of my own head.

Yeah, I fucking got this, thanks,my Corsican reminded me.

He began to beat the shit out of Red Tie with the frying pan until he was down on the floor trying to cover his face. Still, my body never let up until he went limp.

With ease, I felt my hands twist the other man’s head and a satisfying snap caught my ears.

Rain!

Panting heavily and drenched in sweat, we stumbled forward, our legs feeling like lead. As we edged past the lifeless figure sprawled across the floor, the reality of the situation hit us like a wave. My grip on the frying pan slipped, and it crashed to the ground with a metallic clang that echoed through the silent room.

Realization fluttered through my body. I’d just killed two men in cold blood.

And another remains,my Corsican replied.

He hadn’t moved from where he was, as if he’d known that was how it was going to play out. A smirk remained on his face.

He’s one gorgeous motherfucker,the thought tickled my brain.

Shut the fuck up, he’s not like us.

Okay, Kendrick,my Corsican retorted.

My double gave a slow clap and winked. “You handled them in record time. No one was sure if you had one…none of us do.”

“What?” the words exploded from my mouth in a feral tone, my eyes narrowing.

He’d been testing me.

Us.

He’d been testing us. Wanting to see how we’d react. How we’d move and handle ourselves. That was why he hadn’t joined the fucking fray.

My lookalike was a clever motherfucker. I watched as he began to pull his jacket off, neatly draping it over an empty metal flower stand behind him.

“None of us were sure that you had a Corsican. We’d been told you were born without one…not that it matters. And when I’m done with you,” he’d started unbuttoning the sleeves of his shirt, rolling them up slowly. “I’m going to fuck her, over and over again. She’s your mate, right? Your Corsican has bonded with her…”

Red began to bleed into my vision at the mention of Rain.

“You’ll never get fucking close,” I grunted.

He shrugged as if he hadn’t just made the biggest mistake of his existence. He’d threatened the woman I loved.

Tension had started to crackle in the air, and I knew this was going to be an even bigger challenge than the two dead red ties.

We kill him, we can get our life back,the realization hit me like a ton of bricks.

“What’s your name?” I asked.

He smirked. “Why? You’ll be dead soon.”

“I’d just like to know the name of the man who came all this way to end my life…”

“Xander,” he spat. “Again, not that it matters.”

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