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“Did you have a choice when you asked me to continue fucking you behind your new wife’s back?” I asked, practically shouting now, as years of frustration exploded from me.

His head whipped toward me, a hand coming up to cover my mouth while he checked that no one heard the confession.

Fuck that.

I rammed a fist into his gut, catching his shoulders when he doubled over in pain.

“I would’ve taken a bullet for you, Enzo. That’s how much I fucking loved you. So, thanks for showing me how fucking pathetic you are,” I whispered in his ear before kneeing him in the jaw and letting him crumple to the floor.

I was a fucked-up version of Cinderella.

One who’d never known the love of her father and didn’t get rescued by a fairy godmother or Prince Charming. And if Prince Charming showed up now, I would probably eat him.

CHAPTER 6

CALEB

WOMEN IN SKI MASKS WILL FUCK UP YOUR PLANS

I fucking hated people.

So naturally, New York would be where I was forced to live. Fuck, I needed a cabin in the woods and a warm pussy to thrust into. A lithe body flashed in my mind, ratcheting my irritation up another notch. That damn woman imprinted herself on my psyche. Try as I might, I couldn’t shake the memory of her. And even more frustrating? I couldn’t find her. A week had passed since the incident at the club. I’d managed to get out of the hogtie she placed me in before getting caught, but she’d run off with the fucking folder.

Who the fuck did she work for?

That question kept swirling around in my head. That, and why she’d chosen not to make my restraints too tight. She’d known my name, and I assumed she knew I wasn’t supposed to be in that room. So she’d done that as what? A favor? Or maybe I was giving her more credit than she deserved. My inner turmoil caused me to push open the doors harder than I intended, sending them slamming into the wall. I grimaced, knowing the drywall would be fucked now.

“Kenji, are we all set?” I growled out the instant I entered our office, glancing at the mess I’d made. The sounds of furious typing filled the space. Kenji insisted on buying equipment with the loudest haptic feedback possible.

“Wow. Good-fucking-morning to you too, sunshine. Glad to see you took some happiness up the ass this morning.”

“And I’m going to shove my foot up your ass if you don’t tell me what’s happening. Did you track down the woman?”

That got his attention. I loved him like a brother, but saying we were opposites wasn’t going far enough. But what we did have in common was that we were damn good at our jobs. And Kenji’s job was getting information from people. Usually painfully.

He swiveled his chair to face me. Gone was the playful grin he usually carried. “None of my contacts know anything about her. Or at least they aren’t fessing up to it. Of course, I haven’t taken the hands-on approach yet with any of the Family members.” He let out a sadistic chuckle. He hated the families, his in particular.

Who’d blame him?

Attempted murder was a family pastime for them, and not the fun kind. The attempts were on each other.

“Wait till they see all the fun plans I have for them,” he mumbled, lost in his thoughts.

“Kenji, those plans have to wait for the right timing. Don’t forget that,” I replied, mulling over the fact that we were no closer to knowing who the woman was or who’d she given the file to.

He waved a hand in dismissal, turning back to his monitor. “In other news, I tracked down a guest list. Los Muertos was invited to your shindig, but who knows if any of those fuckers will come. Sergio usually keeps to himself. I bet his asshole of a son is probably jizzing himself over the invite, though.” Kenji chuckled. “He’s always trying to ride the dick of whoever can get him more power. Fucker dresses like an idiot too.”

I nodded my head in agreement. “He dresses like he wants to be Dominick’s son instead of Sergio’s. And the Mafia asshole probably wishes the same thing.” My head fell into my hands as I groaned. “Fuck. I know Dominick wishes the same thing.”

Silence hung in the air as Kenji and I both avoided the elephant in the room—my engagement to Dominick’s daughter.

I changed the subject, needing to talk about anything else. “We find the supply warehoused for the other two?” Anticipation prickled at my skin. We had all of these carefully laid plans, but they hinged on everything lining up just so.

No unexpected surprises. Like a woman in a ski mask.

“Well,” he dragged out the word, and my stomach hit my feet as I braced for the bad news, “we know for sure the location, but Niko doesn’t agree with my idea and wants to rig the warehouse with C-4. Which sounds boring when we could run up in there and cut fuckers down.” He mimicked guns with his fingers.

Relief flooded my veins. Kenji’s news wasn’t actually bad news. “Imagine that. Niko has a logical solution to our problem, and you have a bloodthirsty one.” I plopped down in the leather office chair, unbuttoning my sleeves and rolling them up my forearms. The word fuck taunted me from my knuckles, causing me to shake my head. We all had it—Kenji, Nikolay, and me.