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“Give her five. And tell her if she lies, she’ll never sing again.” “Copy that.” I ended the call and leaned back in the seat, pulse pounding. Beth was alive. I could feel it in my bones. And Tommy? Tommy was celebrating like he hadn’t sold her soul to save his own. But he’d made one fatal mistake. He picked the wrong woman to use. And the wrong man to cross. By sunrise, I’d have a full tactical spread of that villa and every motherfucker inside it. And then? Then we’d see how many of them walked out breathing.

And they all kill people. It was written in the book those persons that were killed by Vicenzo. Every name of the person he killed was like a trophy because most of those names are also a member of a mafia organization and has a rank or with a higher position that helps him to become more powerful and influential. They do different kinds of illegal deeds which I couldn't accept. I really can't believe that every person in this house commits a horrible crime. I was in the middle of these dangerous people. I was like living in a dungeon full of hungry lions. Vicenzo, Calcifer, Greco, Boise, and Piato. They are all dangerous... and I couldn't accept it.

I was so disgusted that I wanted to puke. After retching, I cruelly thought about how Ruth would eventually learn that the corpse was mine. Would she have a mental breakdown when learning she'd slept with her fiancée's murderer and even helped him destroy my corpse? This thought made a hint of thrill rise in me. It made me feel better, at least. Ruth and Ivan did the deed beside my remains for over an hour. When she finally went home, she opened the door to find the apartment in pitch-black darkness. She turned the lights on and headed to the kitchen for a glass of apple juice.

"Thomas, you still with us, brother?" Thomas opened his eyes and gazed back at his female coworker. "Yeah... but what about Candi?" "I'm not a doctor, but I'm pretty sure she's dead." Derek looked over to Candi. Her throat had been ripped out, and Mike had been eating her neck, face, and shoulders. I would never sleep right again. Playing zombie games and watching zombies on T.V. will never prepare you for a sight like that. And Mike had been eating her like an all you can eat buffet at Red Lobster.

Again, the image of one breathtakingly sexy and terrifying mob boss flashed through her mind. Jane leaned sideways, still tilting precariously in her chair and pulled out the top drawer of her desk. She reached in and picked up a full bottle of cherry whisky. Having it there made her feel like a real PI, even though she barely touched it. She hated the taste of strong liquor. But tonight she needed it to dull the image of a certain ruthless criminal from her brain. Even the pictures, most of which were images of the side of his body, his head turned from the cameras lens as though he knew it were there, were enough to make her heart beat a little harder and ignite an ache low in her belly.

And yet the devil didn’t look back. Because this time— He was truly hurt. And Dante Moretti’s devastation wasn’t something the world could survive. He was going for Scott's family... He was going to ruin them until there's nothing left of them.

“You sound like her.” He sighed again. “Mamma told us what happened at the restaurant.” Of course she did. My stomach twisted. “I should’ve known.” “She wasn’t wrong about one thing,” he continued softly. “You need to be careful. Things are tense right now. They still haven’t found who killed Angelo.” “I know,” I said, almost in a whisper. “Then don’t do anything stupid,” Adrian said. “You’re safest with Dante, at least until things settle.” I gave a bitter laugh. “Safe? I feel like a prisoner here, Adrian. There’s security everywhere. They follow me when I step outside. They even stand outside my door at night. What kind of safety is that?”

I said to her, as I sat down at the kitchen table. “I haven’t heard it,” she said to me, and my mouth fell open. “That’s scandalous. Tommy’s the best,” I said to her. “Tommy who?” she asked me, and I choked on my coffee as I looked at her in disbelief. “Tommy Vext! He’s like the next level of awesome,” I said to her, and she laughed at me. “That wasn’t even remotely funny.” “Your face was priceless,” she continued to laugh at me.

TOMMY . . By 11 p.m., I should have been with Gerard, but Dr. Foxen’s threat and my own damn curiosity had dragged me here—an abandoned building in Surfridge, near the LAX cargo line. Mason's background check said Dr. Foxen was once a famous medical doctor. A Beta who’d written many medical works on Alpha and Omega biology. If he’d been a Dominant Alpha and didn't kill a patient from a powerful family, the world would’ve worshiped him.

Tommy texts. "Well, I don't know where you get all the information, but let me tell you something. I am done with you. I am not interested in you anymore. I will never be interested in you ever again. You are a nobody that I do not want in my life anymore. Leave me alone," I text back. I do not know what to do with this information. Should I give it to Dante? I do not know. I don't want Tommy to die for nothing. I mean, I have seen the way the Italian Mafia kills people. Do I want Tommy to die that kind of death? I do not know. I do not care. As a matter of fact, I couldn't care if he lives or dies. I do not care what is going on with his life. All I want from him is to relieve me alone. My