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73. Bullets & Fists

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~VALENTINO’S POV~

“Omg, Alina!” Giulia rushed beside me, already sobbing.

“You silly girl, I told you not to stay.” She wailed.

“Stay with me, moglie.” My voice was already shaky, and tears were already threatening to fall.

“Wow, such a touching scene.” A voice chuckled mockingly behind me, and my body tensed in fury.

“Bastardo!” Giulia screamed, eyes red from tears. “I knew you were up to no good! I knew it.”

“It’s okay, Giulia,” I muttered, handing Alina to her and rising slowly.

“I’ll handle this myself.”

I turned slowly to see the man—tall, broad-shouldered, standing behind me, smirking like the devil as blood poured down the side of his head.

“I don’t know who the fuckk you are,” I hissed, rising slowly, “but you are going to pay for ever daring to lay a finger on my wife.”

His smirk widened. “She never told you about me?”

“Vince,” Giulia whispered from behind, her voice trembling.

My eyes snapped to her. “This is him? The motherfucker impersonating my
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