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“I told you. I don’t know where.”
“Why are you protecting this asshole? Look at where you’re living. It’s a fucking hole in hell’s back yard. One would think Nunzio could at least take care of his loyal, albeit stupid, worker bee motherfuckers.”
“Like I said,” he bites out, sucking in a deep breath, “I don’t. Know.”
I pull out my gun, placing the barrel under his chin. “How about now?”
“Jesus,” he cries. “I don’t know. I don’t fucking know!”
“Do you know how badly I want to squeeze this trigger, Ben? Ireallywant you to keep lying so I can blow your tongue out of the top of your head.”
His bloodied bottom lip trembles, more piss running down his legs, wetting the floor. “Louis,” he whispers, and I cock a brow. “My…my name…it’s…Louis.”
Anger ruptures, the flames licking my skin while heat melts every last ounce of control I have left. “See you in hell, motherfucker.”
I pull the trigger. The gunshot reverberates through the room, blood spattering on my face, and I slowly straighten, gun still in hand, as I stare at the bloody mess thatwasBen’s face. It looks like he’s been mauled by a pack of starved dogs.
“Jesus Christ, Nicoli,” Caelian whines as he wipes drops of blood from his cheek. “How about a little warning next time.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. Was my gun on his face not warning enough for you?”
“I didn’t think you’d be stupid enough to actually kill the fucker.”
“What?” I snap in disbelief. “Please tell me, brother, what about this entire scenario had you thinking that I won’tactuallykill Ben here?”
“Louis,” Caelian corrects, grabbing the knife lodged in Ben’s hand and yanking it out. “His name…is Louis.”
I press my lips together and lift my gun, aiming it at my younger brother. “I dare you to say that again.”
Caelian is unfazed. He doesn’t even fucking blink as he locks his glare onto mine. “Louis. Say it with me. Loo-ee.”
“Fuckers.” Maximo stomps in. “I leave you alone for two goddamn minutes, and there’s a dead body tied to a chair, and Caelian has loaded ammunition dangling in front of his face again.”
“What do you mean again?” I ask.
“Last week, there was an old fart at the club who thought Caelian and the new girl were a duo.”
“Maximo,” Caelian barks. “We made a pact to never talk about it again, man.”
“And now I’m breaking that pact.”
“Is nothing sacred anymore in this family? Look, my brother has a gun aimed at my head. A fucking gun.”
Maximo starts untying Ben’s hands. “He won’t shoot you.”
“I might.” I keep my gun trained on Caelian’s head as Maximo instructs the clean-up crew to remove what’s left of Ben.
“You see?” Caelian points at me. “He’s one temper tantrum away from shooting me.” He turns to face me. “Are you done jerking off?”
I lower my gun and smile. “Yeah, I’m done.”
“Great,” Maximo says, pulling out a packet of cigarettes from his leather jacket pocket. “Caelian, I need to speak to Nicoli in private.”
“If you’re thinking of sucking his dick, he already creamed his pants when he killed Ben.”
“Loo-ee,” I enunciate as Caelian walks out, flipping me off over his shoulder. The door slams shut, and I’m pretty sure I heard the wood crack around the hinges.
Maximo grabs a sheet off the bed and holds it out to me. “Clean your face.”
