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“We’re good,” I said, wanting her to just leave already. So many questions were rushing through my mind. When she finally left, I leaned across the table and bit my lip. “Did you really kill Willy?”

Cristian stuck a forkful of eggs in his mouth like it was nothing. “Yes.”

“I don’t believe you,” I whispered.

Truth was, Ididbelieve him. I just didn’twantto believe him.

Cristian scrolled through the photos on his phone, tapped on a video, and handed his phone to me. I took it in my shaky hands and gazed emptily as Willy stared up at the camera with bruised red eyes and chains wrapped around his ankles, attached to cinder blocks. One of the blocks was pushed off the side of a dock and into the river. Willy’s body followed.

My eyes widened slightly, and I pushed the phone back to him. “Why?”

“Because you’re mine,principessa. I can’t leave anyone alive who’s ever touched you the way I will…”

“So, does that mean you’ll kill your men too?”

“My men say as I say, touch as I say, do as I say. Willy didn’t. He touched you without permission. Your permission ormine. I’d never be able to accept the way you two were together. With my men, it was my order to ruin your pretty little face …”

He leaned across the table and brushed his thumb against my lip. I smacked it away.

His lips curled into a cruel smirk as he sat back. “But perhaps, one day, I will kill them for you.”

“You are fucking crazy,” I whispered. “Why do you have that video?”

He deleted the video. “Because I knew you’d ask once I told you.”

My eyes widened, and I shook my head at him. “And what happened to our waiter?”

Cristian clenched his jaw and sat back. “Eat your food. We’re leaving soon.”

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“I thoughtyou said we were leaving?” Roxie asked me with her arms crossed over her chest, making her breasts look bigger. “For the millionth time today, I just want to go home to cry.” She tilted her head and sneered at me, “And get the hell away from you, you psychopath.”

I tore my gaze away from her breasts, trying hard to forget spending last night with her. I’d promised myself that I wouldn’t touch her until she proved herself to me. I fucking swore that I wouldn’t. But I had broken that damn vow and didn’t regret it.

“Tonight.”

“Tonight?!” Roxie said, throwing her hands in the air. “Why? I don’t want to spend another moment with you.”

I tightened my hand on the steering wheel and clenched my jaw to keep my cool. She had a fucking way of crawling under my skin and staying there. I fucking hated it sometimes. Nobody made me feel so infuriated.

After parking the car in front of a gun range, I reached into the backseat and pulled out a box with the gun that Chiara had selected for Roxie. She had even etched her initials in the grip, like her father had done with hers. Though Chiara wasn’t my family, she was a close ally that could do Roxie some good.

I set the box on Roxie’s lap and nudged her. “Open it.”

She scrunched her nose at it and hesitantly opened the box. “Wow, what a great present to try to impress me …” Roxie shoved the box back into my hands. “I don’t want your stupid gun. I already told you that I’m not killing anyone.”

Once I pulled her out of the car, I grabbed the gun in one hand and Roxie’s in the other, tugging her toward the entrance of the shop. “You need to learn how to use one for protection,” I said to her. “There are a lot of people who will want to kill you, including that woman you met the other night. If you don’t know how to use a gun, then you’ll die.”

Roxie rolled her eyes, as if she was annoyed, but didn’t put up a fight as we walked into the shop.

I nodded to one of my many cousins, stopped at the range, and put the gun in Roxie’s hand. “Shoot it.”

After glaring at me, Roxie aimed toward the target at the very end of the range and shot the gun, the kickback making her stumble. The bullet went into another person’s target. She glanced at our target and frowned.

“You know, I’m only doing this to be able to kill you one day,” she said, aiming again.

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