Matteo's POV The rain had finally stopped but the wind was still howling across the harbor, and I was lying flat on the damp concrete of the pier with my long-range scope pressed against my eye, watching the luxury yacht through the lens as the interior started to fill with the thick, oily smoke from the engine room fire. I could see the figures moving on the deck and I had my finger hovering over the trigger of my rifle, but I knew I couldn't take a shot because the Butcher had backed himself out onto the narrow open bow and he was standing right in front of Alessia and Lucien, his silhouette dancing against the dark waves as the yacht tilted sharply to the side."I have a clear view of the bow and he’s standing right at the edge of the railing with his back to the water, but I can't get a clean sightline because Lucien is standing too close to him and I don't want to risk a ricochet," I said into the radio, my voice feeling raspy and dry because I had been yelling instructions for
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