Page 120 of Crazed

Pina gasps, but I ignore her.

Tristano steps closer, but Katiya interjects.

"I didn't want to!"

He gives her an exasperated look. "Sure, you didn't. And now you're going to fuck with my brother's head some more."

"No! I—"

"Don't waste your breath on him," I instruct, then add, "I'm only going to tell you one time. I know all about it. She didn't betray us and is as much of a victim of Leo as Arianna or Cara were to the Abruzzos."

"How is that?" Tristano sneers.

"None of your business," I claim, unwilling to answer to him and still angry he thinks I would ever go over to the dark side by joining the Abruzzo family.

"I beg to differ," he snaps back.

"Beg all you want. Get the fuck off my dock," I demand, then spin with Katiya.

I take two steps with her, and she tugs on my arm. "Wait."

I stop, barking, "What?"

"We have to sort this out," she insists.

I shake my head, throwing daggers at Tristano and Pina with the glare I send their way. "No. We don't need to sort anything out. I'm done. And tell Dante I'm done with him, too," I say to Tristano.

"Massimo! Don't say that!" Katiya cries out.

"Yeah. If you're through with the family, she can't get what she wants," Pina interjects.

I wag my finger at her. "You're about to go into the water with Tristano."

He lunges forward, shouting, "Don't threaten—"

"Ludis Petrov and Leo Abruzzo both owned and raped me. Leo tossed me out when I got too old for his taste. He put me up in a brownstone, made me work at the library, and for a long time, I didn't know why. I swear to you, I had nothing—and I mean nothing—to do with Arianna's kidnapping except to give Donato the key. I had no idea what he was going to do!" Katiya maintains.

"Sure, you didn't," Tristano replies.

"You're an asshole." I glower at him.

"Takes one to know one," Pina mutters.

"Excuse me?" I say in shock.

She tilts her head. "Really? Every one of you and your brothers are assholes."

"Gee, thanks," Tristano mumbles.

She chirps, "Sorry. Just telling the truth."

"We are not assholes," he proclaims.

"Of course you are," she restates.

"Fine. We're assholes. Whatever. But you sure like our paychecks," I add.

She grins. "I earned every single one of those."

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