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“I’m an enforcer, man, and I’m a great fucking shot. Ask your pal over there. I will shoot you deader than a fucking doornail! He’s made! Touching him is a death sentence! Drop your gun, motherfucker! Right now! You drop it and let us leave, I promise everyone lives.”
The guy wasn’t listening too closely, probably because Nova was coming at him like a bull.
The bouncer froze like a fucking statue instead.
Tino was frozen, too, because what the hell were either of them supposed to do with this? This was broken protocol for rules Tino didn’t even know were in place until right then.
The only man with a plan was Nova, who was easily one of the smartest people on the planet, but for reasons only he understood, he blocked Tino’s clear shot.
And just when he did it, a single gunshot echoed through the parking lot.
Tino’s stomach jolted.
But Nova didn’t seem to notice as he reached out to the bouncer and grabbed the gun in the man’s hand like it was a plastic toy.
“How tough are you now, bitch?” He slammed the butt of the 9mm so hard against the other man’s skull that a crack resonated across the parking lot.
“Cazzo!” Tino ran at them as Nova fell over the bouncer and started beating on him with the very clear intent of murdering him.
Brutally.
There was blood everywhere and a fucking witness in the middle of a parking lot, two if they counted Carmen.
It would’ve been easier to pull the trigger on the witness and deal with two murders.
That was how much of a hurricane Nova was.
Prison sounded like an easier option, but Carmen was watching, and Tino didn’t want her any more traumatized.
He tackled his brother, forcing him off the bouncer.
Obviously running off pure fury and adrenaline, Nova promptly coldcocked Tino with the bloody gun in his hand. He did that sometimes: hit first and shouted later that it was areflex. Tino always thought it was bullshit, but in that instant, he knew it was one hundred percent true.
Nova’s reflexesweredangerous.
And this was the moment when he finally ended it for Tino.
It wasn’t an altogether bad thing.
The sound of his heartbeat thundering whooshed out, and there was just silence.
Blissful silence.
Endgame silence.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Tino wasn’t sure how long it had been quiet, but it started to occur to him that he was supposed to be stressed about something, except he had forgotten what.
Just like the Anti-Nova—always forgetting shit.
Seriously, though, Tino was pretty fucking sure he was dead.
Even Lola was there, but she was smacking his face in a very un-Lola-like way. He blinked at her, seeing that her light eyes were wide and terrified.
Something was off.
Lola did a lot of different things with her hair, but she never went blonde. The Brambinos were blonde. And she fucking hated those motherfuckers. They all did.
