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“He’s going to rip your heart out.” I lashed out in the only way I could.

Tony just smiled. “So, you’re a beauty with a death wish? I expected more from you,signorina.”

“Fuck you,” I spat.

The smile vanished. Cold steel flashed in his eyes, just as cold as the barrel of the gun that he held over my heart.

“You don’t get to speak to me like that, you fucking bitch!” he shouted. Spittle glittered in the air as he lost his temper.

I whimpered, shutting my eyes and looking away. “Please don’t.”

“Ah, there it is. It’s all a farce, isn’t it? You’re not the tough girl you try to make everyone you think you are.” He whipped the pistol back up to my face, pressing it against my cheek. It traveled down my face, to my neck, and to my chest.

I couldn’t stop the sobs that wracked my chest, making the barrel bounce against me.

“Hmm. No bra? Maybe… just maybe, I shouldn’t kill you. I can see it now. I need a queen by my side, don’t I?,” Tony mused, smiling. “I’ll wipe out the Lucas, and take you as my bride.”

Tony’s pistol traversed my body, moving lower, inch by inch. Down my ribs, my abdomen.

I was shaking so much, the back of my head thudded against the wall behind me. “No…”

“It’ll be glorious. You could be my little pet,” he whispered. “Have you ever been a man’s pet,signorina?”

I couldn’t bring myself to respond.

He leaned in close until his lips pressed against my ear, making my stomach roil in disgust. “All that’s left is to consummate the marriage.”

The Hellcat!

I inched my hand to the side ever so slowly. My purse was right there on the dressing table. Inside it sat the gun Dominic had given me. It seemed ridiculous at the time, but his words came back to me now.

“I guarantee that the day you’ve got a gun pressed to your skull, you won’t have any qualms about killing the motherfucker.”

This man wanted to kill me or turn me into his whore. I had to fight back. I didn’t have a choice. But the moment I pulled the trigger, I’d be a killer. A murderer.

I’d rather be a murderer than his plaything, but as I slipped my hand into my purse and wrapped my fingers around the Hellcat’s handle, my joints locked. I couldn’t move. And even if I could, he’d pull the trigger before I could fire.

My cellphone rang, drawing Tony’s attention for just a second, but the noise shot down my spine, loosening my joints, and I pulled out the gun.

I pointed the gun right at him. It was heavier than I remembered. My hands trembled so much, I would have dropped the gun had I not been holding it with both hands.

Instead of fear, something dark flashed in Tony’s eyes and then he smiled. And every bit of comfort the cool metal in my grip had given me evaporated.

He took a step back, but it did nothing to slow my trembling. He raised his gun; I could see right down the barrel.

“You shoot, I shoot,” he said with a confident shrug. “I’d suggest you put that gun down and start begging for my forgiveness,signorina.”

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Dominic

The candelabra dripped with blood. I hadn’t stopped hitting him until his eyes had rolled back in his head and his chest stopped moving.

I grabbed the dead fucker’s gun and checked the ammo—half a clip.

Dozens of footsteps sounded in the foyer behind me. But I was so hopped up on rage, I was ready to tear any number of Nova men apart piece by piece. Whatever I had to do to gether.I spun around.

“Honey, I’m home,” Brute roared with a giant grin on his face.

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