HIS
Looking up at the man who's about to kick my ass, I give him a crooked grin and say, "Hi. I'm a little hungover, so I'd appreciate it if you could take it easy—"
His boot connects with the side of my face and my head snaps sideways. Christ. A million silver stars flash in front of me. It's clear that he's not going to take it easy on me.
Right now, I'm at the mercy of the Volkanov family, a prisoner of the Italian mob, and there's nothing I can do about it. Connor and Trish were hoping their love could help diminish the fires of this blasted feud, but it seems to me that they just created a bigger inferno than ever before. One flaming with betrayal and vengeance.
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