She arrives ten minutes after I do, and we all go into the living room. She hugs us both and breaks down.
I pull her tiny frame into my arms and hold her.
“I’m so sorry,” I whisper into her ear.
“It’s not your fault. It’s mine,” she mutters. “I did everything the wrong way.”
“I think that’s something we all did, Duchess.” I cup her face and kiss her deeply, loving the feel of her lips on mine.
This can’t be the last time I see her. It can’t, and she doesn’t even have the full hour with us. It’s more like ten minutes to be on the safe side.
It would have taken her a little over twenty minutes to get here so it will be the same back. We can’t risk her getting caught by Marcus.
She kisses me back and then moves to Henry to kiss him too.
Henry holds her for a few moments then sits her down.
“Try not to worry. I’m glad you were able to come and see us.”
“Me too. I…” Her voice trails off as her gaze lands on the coffee table. She narrows her eyes, and I look over to see what she’s staring at.
It’s the picture of Ricco and Xiou from the surveillance camera.
Evie stands up and picks up the picture. When she does, her hand flies up to her mouth.
“What is it, Evie?” Henry asks, joining her.
“This man…The Italian man. This is the guy who killed my brother. He shot Dante.”
I get up now and take the picture from her.
“Ricco. His name is Ricco.”
“It’s him. It’s him, Georgiou.”
Jesus Christ.
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My God in heaven.
This is the man. It’s him. I’ll never forget that cruel look on his face.
That’s what I remember most about him. He had a cruel soulless look of someone who killed for the thrill of it.
I’ll never forget the way he shot my brother.
It just happened so quickly. Before I could blink, Dante was shot.
Moments later, he died.
God knows how many looked for this bastard based on the descriptions I gave, and no one could find him.
But here he is.
“What’s going on?” I ask.