Chapter 18

I step in, slow and steady, the barrel of my gun locked on his face. “You should’ve never crossed my bloodline, Matteo Rosetti,” I mutter coldly. “I gave my word—and I’m a man who keeps it.”

“Go to hell, Santino!” he spits, gasping for air. He writhes on the floor, one hand smeared with the blood p...

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