Page 125 of Gorgeous Prince

“Which one of you pulled the trigger?”

Mikey points at Brian. “It was him!” His voice turns panicked. “I was just along for the ride, in case he needed backup.”

Brian attempts to lunge toward Mikey, but Luca keeps him pinned down.

I raise my gun and pull the trigger, and Brian’s head jerks back at the impact of the bullet hitting him between the eyes—the same place he shot Tommaso.

Mikey screams, but Luca slams his hand over his mouth.

Blood is splattered over the couch, the walls, and a picture of them with their grandmother on the end table.

“A warning would’ve been nice,” Luca says, angling his gaze toward the blood on his black shirt.

“I told you I wouldn’t hurt you, Mikey. So, behave and shut up,” I say, standing before shifting my gaze to Luca. “Keep him there. I’ll get the car and pull it into the back alley.”

Luca checks his watch with his free hand and nods.

I leave the garage, return to the car, and park behind the garage. Lucky for me, the alley provides easy access for us to handle the situation without carrying a body down the street. I pop the trunk and grab what I need to get rid of Brian’s body and hold Mikey.

Luca still has Mikey restrained as I step inside the garage.

I toss Luca the tape, and he catches it with one hand.

“Tape his mouth,” I instruct before placing the rope on the table.

Luca nods, uses his teeth to rip the tape, and then smacks it over Mikey’s mouth.

Mikey’s skin glistens with sweat, and his body trembles so hard that his teeth are chattering.

I kneel so we’re at eye-level and tap Mikey’s leg. “Now, I know I said I wouldn’t hurt you, which is true. But let’s go meet someone who will.”

I rise and pat the top of his damp hair, and Luca helps me tie Mikey’s hands and feet.

Mikey’s head thrashes from side to side when we hurl him in the trunk. His eyes are wide and tortured when we drop his brother’s dead body next to him.

“Enjoy some brotherly bonding, Mikey,” I say, slamming the trunk shut.

* * *

Mikey’sannoying ass bangs on the trunk as I drive to Severino’s.

Can’t motherfuckers have some manners when in another man’s car?

A few moments ago, I called Severino, said I had a gift for him and to meet me at his house.

Neomi isn’t at her parents’ today. She invited her sisters over to spend the day at our home to get a change of scenery. Three guards are there, watching the house, and I made her swear they wouldn’t try any sneaky shit.

I instruct Severino to open the garage door when we arrive. When the door shuts behind us, I pop the trunk.

Severino whistles as he stands over Mikey’s and Brian’s bodies.

Mikey is still putting up a fight—jerking his body, rolling, and crying out whenever he accidentally touches Brian.

“Meet Mikey and Brian.” I motion toward them like I’m a game-show host. “The men responsible for your son’s death.”

Severino’s face lights up, and he scrubs his hands together like he’s about to devour the juiciest steak he’s ever seen.

He glances at me. “You certain this is them?”

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