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“You,” I pointed my finger at him, “lose. And I win.” My eyes teared up as I thought about exactly what I’d won.
And it was almost too numerous to count.
I had a fiancé who loved me. And who wanted to build a family with me.
I had three kids, and one on the way.
Three wonderful, happy, loving kids.
I had friends who loved me and would do anything for me.
Who did anything for me.
And we just learned that Stefan was out of his coma. I wanted to run right down to the hospital to see him.
But Carlo said we had to take care of something first.
And that something was Sergio.
“Fuck you!” Sergio screamed at me.
All I did was laugh.
“I’d kill you myself.” I gazed up at my handsome lumberjack. His concerned gaze was directly on me. “But I have people for that.”
I stood and wiped my hands on my dress. “Besides, I don’t want to miss watching your head roll onto the ground. That will be the highlight of my week.”
Carlo tried to hand me the ax again. “Are you sure you don’t want to do it?” he asked with a small frown on his face. And I loved him for asking. I really did. He thought that it would help me get over my nightmares if I killed Sergio myself.
He’d told me that.
But the truth was—watching my lumberjack chop off this madman’s head would do more to soothe my soul than me doing it myself.
I shook my head. “I want to watch you do it.” I gave him a grin and stepped back a bit.
Both of Carlo’s hands gripped the handle of the ax. “Well, Bastratto. Your time is up. Do you have any last words?”
Sergio opened his mouth, but Carlo cut him off immediately. “Oh, wait a minute. I don’t give a fuck. Lay your head down on the log. It’ll be easier for you that way. Faster.”
As long as I lived, I’d never forget the look on Sergio’s face. “Let me go, Sovrano! You asshole. Let me go!” Sergio tried to play it like he was brave.
But I saw right through him.
His face was pale—almost translucent. And I saw how his body shook.
And I didn’t care one bit.
Because this monster had put me through hell.
He deserved everything that was coming to him.
No.
He earned it.
Carlo ordered Sergio again and again to put his head down on the log. But Sergio refused to submit.
Until—Sergio started crying.
