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My blood boils, staring at the man who's also a perfect match based on what Bridget described. He's got a scar on his neck running halfway up the left side of his face. I ask the same question, "Who and where is he?"

"Dead," Liam states.

I question, "How do you know?"

"His name was Tadgh Bailey. Nolan killed him the night we took most of them out."

"You're sure?"

"Yep. Look at this," Declan states, pounding his fingers on his laptop then turning the screen.

Surveillance footage of the city, with a body lying on the street, is on the screen. Declan hits a button, and it zooms in. There's no doubt it's the guy in Obrecht's photo.

Aidan steps next to me, peering closer. "Five down, one left. Any info on the last one?"

Obrecht tosses a photo on the table. "This guy. Liam found this photo in Niall's safe after he raided it yesterday."

My gut spins so fast, I clench the side of the table.

No.

It can't be.

I pick up the photo and study it closer. Two men are smoking cigars together. One is wearing a necklace. It has a crucifix with an emerald in the center of it.

"Dante, why do you look like you've seen a ghost?" Aidan asks.

I don't answer. I can't see past the anger snowballing in my gut.

Jesus. We let another traitor in our house.

I pick up my phone and swipe at the screen, my heart beating so hard, I think it's going to break my chest cavity.

Gianni answers, "Dante."

"Pick up Daniele. Strip him and chain him upside down."

The phone goes silent.

"Did you hear what I said?" I bark, my insides shaking over the fact that another one of our recruits is a traitor and how close he could have been to harming Bridget and the kids.

"Yeah. Want to tell me why?" Gianni asks, but I'm sure goose bumps are popping out on his arms just like mine.

"He's one of the six."

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Dante

There arefourteen men and one pathetic, naked, bleeding, pissing-himself, begging-for-his-life piece of shit.

Bridget's four brothers, Tully, Liam and Declan, Obrecht and Maksim, along with me, my three brothers, and Papà, are all in the dungeon below my house. Before we left, I made Bridget confirm the three men, assuring her that two were dead and we already had custody of the third. I felt horrible leaving her after making her look at those photos. Nora was with her, but I still hesitated.

Bridget saw it then squared her shoulders. Fresh tears dripped down her cheeks, but she ordered, "Go. You kill him, Dante, or I will."

Papà and Tully have been drinking scotch and smoking cigars. It's a rare occasion Papà comes into the dungeon anymore. Yet, there was no question in my mind he would be joining us.

When we got here, Tully made the first move, slicing a line down the length of Daniele's dick then spitting on him. His screams filled the cell, but it was only the beginning. Papà made the second mark, cutting across his ass cheeks.

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