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We emptied a shower of bullets into a wall of bodies, then I looked around the room in search of more intruders. But damn, my mother was going to throw a fit. The house was being destroyed. Bullets flew everywhere, prized vases, sculptures, and paintings were torn to shreds. One of our soldiers dropped to the ground, dead before his head touched the tile.

Our home had turned into a war zone.

We continued our dance of death, the home our stage, the reverberation of gunfire off of the walls our song.

Chapter Thirty-Five

Fallon

A thud in the hallway shook the bedroom door. It was almost as if—

Bang.The door shook again.Oh god.My whole body shook as silent sobs wracked my chest. Someone was trying to kick down the door.

“Dad, I love you. You know that, right? I love you,” I said, but before he could reply, I hung up.

I shot to my feet, but my legs nearly gave out. I had to press my back up against the wall to keep me upright. I stared at the door like a dear caught in headlights as it shook with another heavy thud.

One more thud, and the door flew open, slamming into the wall behind it.

The devil stood in the doorway to my bedroom. The same man who’d walked into my clinic. The man who’d tried to have me shot. The man who’d burned down my clinic.

I couldn’t move. All I could do was stare as he stepped across the threshold. He had a pistol in his right hand and blood spatter on the left side of his face. But whose blood?Oh god. Whose blood was that?

He bore no other signs of fighting. No bruises or cuts. No bullet holes. It was like he’d walked right through the war zone downstairs with a force field all around him.

“Fallon Moore,” he said lazily.

“I’m a Luca now,” I snapped. Immediately, I regretted it. What was I thinking?

He reminded me of a fuse, ready to blow. One wrong word, one wrong step could set him off.

“You’re feisty,” he said with a grotesque grin. “I like that.”

I wanted to scream for help, to call out for Dominic, but I had a feeling that if I screamed, I’d be dead long before anyone could get here.

“Well, since you’re aLucanow,” Tony said, trailing off in thought. He strode toward me, but I took a step sideways for every step he took forward. “This little family’s run is over. The battle still churns, but I’ve won,signorina. The Luca’s reign is over. I’ll have Queens and Brooklyn eating out of the palm of my hand. It belongs to me now.” He swept his arms out like his “reign” encompassed the whole damn world.

“We didn’t do anything to you or your family. Dominic told me about your father, but I swear he didn’t—”

Tony laughed. “I know he didn’t. Your precious Dominic didn’t have the metal for that kind of move. I did, though.”

What?“You… you killed your own father?” The temperature in the room seemed to plunge. This wasn’t a man out for revenge, no matter how misplaced it may have been. This man was a monster. A freaking psychopath.

“The old man and I had different visions for the Novas. These cities should have been mine a long time ago. And now, they will be.” He shrugged and took another menacing step toward me.

There was nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.

Another gunshot sounded beyond the door, and my body jolted. My heart pounded so loud in my chest it was a wonder I’d heard anything over it.

Tony laughed. “You’re very cute, aren’t you? As skittish as a mouse.”

A man I’d never seen before ran past the bedroom door, but on his heels were two men I recognized: Marco and Leandro. Leandro slammed to a stop when he saw me.

Help me, my eyes screamed, but I’d made a mistake. I’d brought him to Tony’s attention. Tony spun and fired, and I could do nothing but watch in horror as the bullet tore through Leandro’s chest. My friend.My maid of honor.

I couldn’t tell if I screamed as he fell to the ground. Sound seemed to have been sucked into a vacuum. Everything disappeared. There was only Leandro, crumpled on the floor with blood pouring out from a neat, round hole in the left side of his chest.

He was dead. Gone, just like that.

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