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A punch directly in the face for Diego, a punch in the gut for Goatee, an uppercut to Diego’s chin, a knee strike to Goatee’s face, me spinning hook kick to Diego’s head.

Every blow made them grunt in pain and pushed them further and further back as I attacked.

I didn’t give them a moment of reprieve. I struck hard and fast, using my blades to cut into their skin as I moved with all the speed I possessed, slicing their flesh over and over again while trying to dodge their attempts to hit me. Gymnastics gave me an unbelievable amount of flexibility, allowing me to bend my body in awkward ways to avoid their strikes, like an acrobat doing flips and turns in a circus.

Goatee managed to land a hard hit to my shoulder and I stumbled, the force of the blow shocking the hell out of me and making me lose my footing.

Fuuuuuck. That’s gonna bruise.

Diego capitalised on it and pushed forward, ramming me with his body and lifting me up into the air in a running tackle. I dug both my knives into his shoulder blades and he roared, trying to throw me off.

I held on tight and spun around his body until I was hanging onto his back like a piggyback ride, ripped out one of my blades from his shoulder and rammed it into the base of his neck. He screamed and flailed but I held on until he dropped to his knees and then I stabbed him again and again, over and over until I was completely drenched in his blood.

I finally let him go and Diego fell forward with a splat, blood oozing out all around him. Panting, I raised my head and locked eyes with Nero. I flung my knife to the side and hit Goatee in the middle of the forehead as he ran towards me, killing him instantly.

My lungs burned. My shoulder throbbed and my body ached. I could feel the bruises already beginning to form on my skin from their attacks. Adrenaline coursed through me like the blood pumping in my veins, making my heart thump so loudly I could hear it in my ears, feel it beating in my chest.

I inhaled deeply to centre my breathing and got to my feet.

Unlike last time, Nero wasn’t smiling. With narrowed eyes and a clenched jaw, it was clear he was pissed about the fact that I killed another two of his men. He wasn’t expecting me to win.

“You wanna know what your problem is, Nero? Where you went wrong?” I asked, pulling my other blade from Diego’s shoulder and wiping the blood on his shirt. “You made the mistake of assuming I was just Arturo’s woman. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I most definitely am Arturo’s woman, through and through. One hundred percent. But that’s notallI am. I’m also the daughter of The Bratva Butcher.”

One of his men gasped in shock and I smiled.

“You’ve heard of The Bratva Butcher, haven’t you? But I bet you didn’t know that he was my father.”

Not a lot of people knew the identity of The Bratva Butcher, unless you were actually in the Bratva itself. But rumours of my father’s mercilessness spread far and wide the day he annihilated an entire family line.

Whispers echoed all around the room, their voices hushed yet filled with so much fear that I revelled in it.

Good. They should be scared.

“One thing you need to know about my father is that he’sincrediblyprotective. Paranoid too. Like, I’m talking aninsaneamount. You see, after my mother was kidnapped and murdered, he’s held his children on a bit of a tight leash. The only way he would even let us leave the house was if we agreed to let him put a tracking device in us.” With the tip of my knife, I pointed to the back of my neck. “Since I was ten years old, I’ve had a little microchip embedded just beneath the surface of my skin. One that, once activated, broadcasts my location to my father.”

Nero’s eyes widened in shock just as a huge explosion rocked the building, making the ground shake beneath our feet.

I smiled. “And here he is now.”

ChapterTwenty-Five

Arturo De Luca

“That was so much fun!” Lukyan yelled, a bright beaming smile on his face as we walked into the house.

Their large Victorian-style mansion was well underway to being repaired with dozens of men working hard to restore the house to its former glory. Builders, carpenters, electricians all worked around the clock to fix the damage that Nero caused, cleaning up the rubble, fixing the walls and applying new plaster and paint.

The Bratva sure did work fast and wasted no time.

“I mean fuck, did you see how much blood and guts where on the floor by the time we left? They’re gonna have to rip that carpet out. There’sno waythey’re gonna get all those blood stains out,” Lukyan continued, heading towards the kitchen.

“I know right! It was so fucking awesome. What about that one fucker who pissed his pants?” Vin laughed, following behind Lukyan like a little puppy dog.

I knew the second those fools met that they’d bond like crazy. They were too much alike not to. I shook my head and sighed, trailing after them. They talked loudly, chatting about their kills and how much fun they had just had as Lukyan handed out shots of vodka to everyone. They were like a bunch of teenage girls talking about their latest crushes, voices all high and excited.

“Oh my god, yes! That was hilarious. Fucking pussy.” Lukyan tossed back his shot and poured another. “Illayana is going to be so pissed that she missed it. She hates missing out on all the fun.”

Speaking of, where was my wife?

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