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“I know.”
I press my lips against hers, sucking in a breath, completely disarmed by this woman. I don’t ever want to stop kissing her. Never.
Nunzio curses behind us, and I reluctantly break our kiss to look in his direction, the fucker squirming on the ground in pain, his leg bleeding profusely.
Maximo looks at me, silently urging me to give him the order to end this—to finally kill Nunzio so we can all move on. But as much as I want to kill Nunzio myself, Mira’s right. I made her a promise, and no matter how much it goes against every instinct I have, I’ll keep that promise.
Maximo curses when I lightly shake my head at him, and I know he’s tearing me apart limb by limb inside his head right now.
“How’s everyone doing down here?”
I turn and cock a brow. “Davian fucking Stark.”
He grins, clutching a cigarette between his lips.
“You cut it real fucking close, man.”
“What can I say? I have impeccable timing.”
“I don’t know if I want to kiss or kill you right now.”
“Hey.” He points to Manuel’s dead body. “Do you see that? This man’s skull is cut right through the middle, exactly. Do you know the amount of skill it takes to pull that off?”
“Well, I—”
“Exactly. You don’t. You can’t rush perfection, man.”
“You call that perfection?” I gesture toward Nunzio, still clutching his leg.
Davian shrugs. “Hey, I could have placed a bullet through his eye socket, but you clearly instructed not to kill this fucker.”
“That, I did,” I mutter, regretting my decision to pass that little instruction along. “Baby,” I say as I pull her close. “Meet Davian Stark. The best fucking sniper in the US.”
“Fuck you,” Davian spits out. “I’m the best goddamn sniper in the world.”
I snort and watch as he takes Mira’s hand.
“It’s nice to finally meet you, Mrs. Del Rossa.” He cocks a sly brow. “You are even prettier than I imagined.”
“Okay, Casanova,” I warn, pushing him away. “Keep your dick on a leash.”
“If he breaks your heart, you call me up, okay?” He winks at Mira, and I simply press my lips in a thin line.
“If you didn’t just save our asses, I would kick yours right about now.”
“Love you, too, man. Good luck.”
And like a fucking phantom, Davian just disappears into the darkness. There’s a reason he’s the best in what he does, and that’s also why he’s high up on the Dark Sovereign payroll.
“Yo, Nicoli,” Maximo calls, and I quickly glance his way. “What are we doing with this fucker?”
Mira places her fingers around my elbow, and I close my eyes, my head and my heart at war with each other. My head is telling me to gut Nunzio from nose to navel, feel my knife tear through his insides. But my heart—damn my heart—it’s telling me to keep my word because as much as I want to kill Nunzio myself, Mirabella is the one who needs this to move on.
I walk up to Maximo, who has his gun trained on Nunzio. “You know as well as I do that his life is owed to your sister. No matter how much you and I want to do this, it’s not up to us.”
“Jesus Christ, you are all a bunch of pussies,” Nunzio spits out, sweat streaming down his face, forehead creased from pain. “You gonna have a woman do a man’s job, Nicoli?”
My jaw clenches, and I ball my fists.
