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Let’s be honest, even if she was one of ours, she didn’t matter enough for us to care about her death. Harsh but true.

Dimitri stopped in front of them, raised his gun to the woman’s forehead and fired, unflinching.

Alrighty, looks like he didn’t care about her either.

“Kelly! No!” one of the women cried, her body quaking with fear.

The man reared back in surprise and fumbled over a dead body, landing on the ground hard. His hands flew up in surrender as Dimitri pointed his gun right at his chest.

“Wait! Wait! I-I have information! Spare my life and I’ll tell you everything I know! Please!”

I shook my head in disgust. Did loyalty mean nothing to these fuckers? I couldn’t stand disloyalty. I’d carve him up for that offence alone.

An evil smirk tainted Dimitri’s lips. “You’ll tell me regardless.”

ChapterTwenty-Three

Illayana De Luca

“Have you ever wondered what makes your skin stay on?”

I blinked, looking at Christian in shock.

What kind of fucking question was that?

“Uh, what?”

“Your skin.” He inclined his head to my bare arm, as if I didn’t know what skin was and he was pointing it out to me. “Have you ever wondered what makes it stay on?”

“No, I haven’t. Because I’m fucking normal.” I adjusted my position on the couch, eyeing my bodyguard suspiciously.

Christian smirked. “It’s a legitimate question. I’m sure I’m not the first person to ever wonder about it.”

“Ignore him, Illayana. He asks stupid shit like this all the time,” Luca said, glaring at his brother.

Christian looked offended. “Hey, my questions are awesome.”

Luca chucked a piece of bread smothered in jelly and it hit Christian square in the face.

He blinked in shock and then shrugged, pulling it off his cheek and stuffing it into his mouth. “Mmm, thanks,” he mumbled, chewing loudly.

I laughed softly, turning my attention back to the TV. I watched as Henry Cavill fought some fugly ass monster on the screen. Christian and Luca’s voices pitched higher as they argued in the background.

“Guys,” I scolded. They were interrupting my ogling of a shirtless Henry and it was seriously pissing me off. “This episode is almost over, just chill out.”

Instead, they got in each other’s faces, pushing and shoving one another.

Something smashed.

“God damn it! Now look at what you’ve done, you idiot!” Luca yelled.

“That was your fault! You pushed me!” Christian screamed back.

“You pushed me first!”

“Because you got in my face!”

“I’ll show you getting in your face,” Luca growled. He got Christian in a headlock, wrapping his arm firmly around Christian’s head, and squeezed tightly.

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