SMOKE choked the narrow Sicily alley. Broken glass glinted under dim streetlights. Bodies littered the wet cobblestones before the fight even hit its wild peak. Silas Rinaldi stood right in the middle of it all, gun in one hand and a curved blade in the other, blood splashed across his coat and jaw like some dark work of art. He was thirty years old, built like a fortress and twice as hard to crack, and he looked thoroughly unimpressed by the slaughter swirling around him. “Let me guess,” Silas called out loud and clear even through the shouting and gunfire, sarcasm cutting sharper than steel. “Damon really sent every last available idiot after me? He must be desperate.” The attacker sneered and waved his weapon. “You die tonight, Rinaldi. No deals. No mercy.” Silas rolled his eyes so hard it was almost dramatic. “Very intimidating.” He moved before the man finished his threat. Bullets sparked off stone walls inches from him as he dove forwa
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