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“Such a pretty little thing, though,” Tony said, making the vacuum spew out all the sounds around me, all at once.

My own rapid breathing, which contrasted sharply with the slow and steady rise and fall of Tony’s chest. The gunfire, staccato beats that volleyed back and forth across the house. The constant barrage of shouting, peppered by the occasional wretched scream.

Tony closed the distance between us. I wasn’t sure if I would have been able to make my legs run from him, but it didn’t matter. There was nowhere to go. I was trapped, wedged between the wall and my dressing table.

He raised his gun to my cheek, the metal cold against my skin, and followed the path of my tears down to my jawbone. “It’s a pity I’m going to have to kill you.”

Chapter Thirty-Six

Dominic

“Dominic!” Marco’s voice came from close behind me.

I could hear his quiet footsteps as he crept closer, keeping low to the ground until he was right beside me. I’d taken up position just inside the dining room, picking off Tony’s men as they hurried past. At least a dozen bodies littered the floor, but they just kept coming.

“Boss, they got in the living room window. We got overrun on the stairs. Tony’s up there. He’s got Fallon.”

My heart skipped one beat, and then the red haze slammed down on my vision. Pure rage replaced the blood in my veins and pumped through my body. If that motherfucker had laid one finger on her, he was going to die the most horrifying death any man had ever seen.

I surged to my feet and stepped out into the dining room, daring any one of Tony’s minions to try to fuck with me now.

The first one shot around the corner. He hadn’t been expecting me to be so close, so I had plenty of time to take aim and shoot the fucker in his throat. He went down in a spray of blood.

The two men who followed after him went down just the same.

Outside the dining room, I bolted down the hallway that led to the foyer, a gun in each hand, but they were just about empty. Not that it mattered. Nothing would stop me from getting to her. Absolutely fucking nothing.

Eight more of Tony’s soldiers stood spread out on the stairs, from the first step to the second-floor landing. All of them had weapons, and they stumbled down the stairs to get to me. Tony probably wanted me taken alive.

I took aim, only shooting at torsos and down. I couldn’t risk missing by aiming for the small surface area of their heads. A knee here, a stomach there, a thigh there. By the time there was one person left, I had no bullets left. But Fallon needed me.

If Tony had gotten to her, I wasn’t sure what I would become. A ghost. A shell.

The last obstacle in my way raised his gun. He was twice my size. He would have been so fucking easy to hit with a bullet.

Instead, I grabbed a candelabra and charged.

His gun went off. The loud crack reverberated in my ears as fire shot through my calf, but it didn’t slow me down.

It was easy to kill a man with nothing to lose. I was that man a mere month ago. But Fallon had given my life new meaning. I cared again. About others, about my own life. I didn’t want to be alone anymore.

I couldn’t have another loss like this behind me. Not again.

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Fallon

“You are a beauty,signorina,” Tony said as he grazed the gun down my neck, pressing hard enough it dug into my flesh as I swallowed.

I tried not to move. I didn’t want to give this monster the satisfaction of seeing me cower, but I couldn’t help it. I couldn’t keep my body from shaking or tears from streaming down my cheeks. I couldn’t stop my breathing from coming so frantically, I feared I was going to pass out.

“I have a particular fondness for feisty women, you know? So much more fun to break,” he said, grazing his gun down over my left clavicle. He was just inches from my heart.

My gaze shot toward the door, willing Dominic to appear, but no one came.

Tony laughed. “They’re dead by now. No one is coming for you.”

Dominic dead? It just wasn’t possible, no matter the way my heart cried out in anguish. It made me angry. It infuriated me that part of me fell for Tony’s ridiculous lies.

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