Pov: AndreMy living room is one of the biggest and most lavish in Chicago, yet it felt small and cramped as the respective mafia bosses I called my allies gathered there, armed to the teeth, their expressions lethal and serious.The entire energy seemed to cackle with the electric force each of us exuded and I had never been more grateful to be part of this alliance. Leon worked on passing around the guns and weapons, with earpiece devices that doubled as a microphone so that we could communicate when we seperated into our different rides.Bianca was perched on the armrest of a couch, chewing her lip pensively, her bright green eyes were worried as they found mine.I tucked my Glock I had been double checking into my pants hostler and walked over to her, her gaze beckoning me.She rose to her feet immediately, her lip trembling. I took her chin in my thumb and forefinger, stroking her jaw. "Tesoro," I whispered. "If I don't come back–"She shook her head, a stubborn glint in her br

Pov: Andre"Get up," I told the girl, dropping my hand. "Lead us to the basement he was talking about."She sniffed and scurried to her feet while glaring at me with as much venom as she could. "You killed him!" She screamed at me."Careful," I narrowed my eyes into slits at her, "I'd hold my tongue if I were you, unless you wish to join him."She wisely clamped down on her lips as her body racked with sobs.My phone buzzed in my pocket and I ignored it, knowing that the men would reach out to me through the earpieces if they wanted to deliver a message."The south wing has been successfully breached," Alexei's voice came in through the receiver. "No sign of Grigori.""None here, either," Enzo murmured."He's probably hiding from in his basement. I'm heading there right now.""We'll cover you," Alistair said, sounding not too far away.I grabbed the girl's arm and pulled her along with me. She couldn't be of much importance considering the fact that she was dressed in a scruffy maid

Pov: Andre"You're sure you don't want our help with this?" Alistair asked one last time before I jumped into the Jeep and the rest of my men got ready to get the fuck out of here."In the Cosa Nostra, we deal with our own famiglia," I said gruffly, my knuckles turning white as I clenched my fists hard around the steering wheel and started the car. Usually, Oscar takes the wheels but I was prepared to fuck up the speed limit and drive like a mad man until I got to Bianca.That slimy bastard is fucking dead. Nothing will stop me from tearing open his gut with my bare hands and stringing out his intestines. Excitement thrummed in my blood, the idea of having a reason to finally kill him was too good an opportunity to pass up."Found his location," Leon chirped behind me in the back seat. "He's back at the old townhouse."Good. I had one of my men link a tracker to him after the fiasco at the party cleared up. He had fled back to Sicily where I didn't have to see his face and contempla

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