Page 30 of Immaculate Corruption (Romanoff Bratva)

The bullet rips through his head and careens into the screen in front of him. Electronic shit breaks, fries, hisses.

There is a yell, but I don’t notice where it comes from. I’m too busy taking aim at the other guard.

My second bullet enters his temple. He drops, lifeless.

D’Onofrio doesn’t even turn around. He just lifts his hands into the air in surrender. His fingers are trembling.

“Who are you?” he rasps, still facing the screens. “What do you want?”

I press the gun to the back of his head. “Nothing you can give me.”

He exhales a shaky breath. “Please don’t kill me. My father is powerful. He can give you whatever you want. Anything. Money, cars, jewels, women. Just name it and it’s yours. Don’t shoot.”

I roll my eyes at the shameless begging. I almost feel bad for D’Onofrio’s pitiful final moments. A don should never go out so pitifully.

Then his words register.

My father is powerful.

D’Onofrio is in his sixties. His father is a nobody. This isn’t a family business. It was built from the ground up by Giorgio himself.

Which means…

“Turn around,” I bark, removing the muzzle from the back of his head and taking a few steps back. “Slowly. Keep your hands in the air.”

The man spins around slowly, the tremors in his hands moving down to his arms until he’s shaking like a leaf.

When he finally does face me, I curse under my breath. “Who the fuck are you?”

The man—no older than twenty-something, with jet-black hair and enough gaudy gold on his wrists to supply a jewelry shop—whimpers. “Ennio D’Onofrio. My father owns the casino. I can get you whatever you want.”

I wave the gun at him. “Shut up. Shut the fuck up.”

He smashes his lips together and then glances down at the dead guard on his right. He winces and turns to stare at my gun in mute horror.

This man is barely a man. He’s a kid.

Twenty years old. Maybe less.

Jesus fucking Christ.

“Where’s Giorgio?”

“He isn’t here,” Ennio says, lifting his hands higher. “I swear. He’s gone.”

Fuck.Not only is this a huge wrench in my plan…

But it proves that Arya was right.

She told me Lukas wouldn’t be safe in my world. Even if I could keep him safe, eventually he’d take over for me, he’d start to lead what was once mine.

Lukas could easily be Ennio one day. The son of the don, caught in the wrong place at the wrong time.

I’m here to kill his father, but that doesn’t matter now. I just killed two guards. So unless I want to be set upon by the entire security department of the casino, I have to kill Ennio, too.

He’s innocent. Or, at least, not guilty of being his father. He isn’t my target, but it doesn’t fucking matter.

The boy has to die.

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