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Max:You can’t change people. History always has a way of repeating itself.

I refuse to respond. I know Demi better than anyone.

Chapter 20

Dante

Goosebumpsprickleovermyskin from under my suit as my brothers and I stalk our prey. We’re back in Savio’s and my old stomping grounds and the area immediately puts me in a bad mood. I hated everything about this Hell hole back then, and by the looks of it, it’s only gotten worse over the last decade.

“Look at you, wanting to get your hands dirty. I never thought I’d see the day.” Max jumps around, way too happy for my liking.

Savio laughs at the spectacle he’s making of himself before mocking me. “What happened to your “I’m a lover, not a fighter”attitude?”

I should have done this without asking for help. The moment I called Savio, he instantly went to Max, since he’s the expert, and here the three of us are now.

Changing the subject I ask, “By chance do any of you know what equipment a prenatal clinic would need?” Both my brothers side eye me.

“You got a pregnancy kink? Can’t say I’ve tried that one out myself.” Max’s face is serious and he stares off with a smirk on his face. “I think I would dig it.”

“How pregnant does the chick have to be? Two months? Four months?” Savio adds.

I flip the bird to both my brothers who are now laughing at my expense.

“Nine months!” Savio exclaims. Looks like I’m going to have to do the research myself.

We grow silent, when the bookie appears walking into a run-down pub. We’ve already cased the place and know about his office in the basement. I can’t believe this fucker is still alive.

“What did he do?” Max asks.

My tongue swipes over my front teeth. “He hurt what’s mine.”

“You’re still on the Demi band wagon, huh?” He slants me a disapproving look that I want to punch off his face. “I get it, she’s a hot piece of ass.”

My composure breaks and my fist flies out, hitting him square in the nose. Blood pours like a faucet, spilling over his suit. “I’m tired of you speaking poorly of her. Shut your mouth from now on.”

“What the hell, man?” He pinches the bridge of his nose, but the front of his shirt is covered already.

I push my hand through my hair.

“How do you expect me to save the fun stuff for you when you get me amped up like this?” Max teases, not fazed by my outburst. Romeo would have kicked my ass.

We stand by Savio’s car, waiting for the man of the hour to reemerge.

When he finally does, several hours later, we follow him through the dark streets to a decrepit house.

“Go grab him, Dante.”

I look behind me to Max. “You said you like the chase,” I counter.

“I’m covered in dried blood. He’ll take one look at me and run.”

Savio snickers.

“Shut up or I’ll put another bullet in you,” I tease.

“You’re just jealous that I’ve survived multiple gunshot wounds, and that makes me tougher than you,” Savio brags, lifting his shirt up to show off the scars he wears proudly.

“You’re both assholes.” I slip out of the car with a small metal bat in my hands. The house has no door. I move a large piece of wood to the side and slip in, just like our man did.

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