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A shot rang out just as Luca grabbed me and swung me out of the way. I gasped as I stared at the hole between Steve's eyes and the small trickle of blood trailing down his face right before he fell back and hit the concrete floor.
Before I knew it, Vinnie was helping me and Luca to our feet and a lot of people were filling up the room, some I knew, but many I had never met before.
I edged closer to Luca.
He wrapped an arm around me and turned until we were facing my parents. "Do you recognize me, Isabella?"
My mother snorted and looked away.
"You should," Luca said. "You falsely accused me of raping my husband ten years ago and forced me go to prison."
Isabella's eyes widened. "You're his husband?"
"I am," Luca replied. "Nico and I got married the day after he eloped with me, which reminds me. We've spoken to the police and they have closed the case on his alleged kidnapping."
"He was kidnapped," my mother insisted.
"He escaped," Luca countered. "He escaped you and your abuse of him."
"I never abused him!"
Luca gently grabbed my jaw and turned my face toward my mother. "That fat lip on Nico's face says otherwise."
"I was simply disciplining him," she said. "That is not abuse."
"I'm a lawyer," Miles stated as he walked into the room with Jake. "And I can tell you, that is definitely abuse."
"Who are you?" my mother asked.
"Oh, my apologies. My name is Miles Cranston. I'm a lawyer in Mr. D'Amato's company."
"D'Amato?"
Jake raised his hand and waved. "Jakue D'Amato. I'm sure you've heard of me."
"Bragging, Jake?" a man with pure black hair and steel blue eyes asked as he walked up and stopped next to Jake. There was another man with him, one with long black hair and Asian features.
As close as the two men stood, I was pretty sure they were involved with each other in some manner, but they sure were dressed differently. One in an expensive suit, the other in jeans and a motorcycle jacket.
"Not all of us have billion dollar portfolios, Lucas," Jake said. "Some of us have to brag so people know who we are."
"Who are you?" my mother shouted.
"Oh, my bad," Lucas said. "I'm Lucas Kincaid." he gestured to the man at his side. "And this is my husband Kyue."
"I'm Syros Aetós," another man stated. "CEO of Seriphap Enterprises."
The long dark haired man in the motorcycle jacket standing next to Lucas raised his hand. "Which is my company."
"Why are you all here?" Isabella asked.
"Oh, we came to keep our friends company."
"Your friends?"
"That would be us," Vinnie said as he and some other men stepped forward. "I'm Vinnie Borelli. I run Manhattan."
"Dmitri Petrov, the Bronx."
