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He raises his gun and points it at me; though his men loosen their jackets, they don’t go for theirs.
“I wouldn’t,” I say.
“Why the fuck not?”
From behind them come armed men with semi-automatics pointed at Popov. The big guns are overkill, but Italians love drama.
“That,” I say, needlessly pointing at the men surrounding them. “Why the fuck kill Milovic?”
“He served his purpose, unlike you.” Adelaide crosses her arms. “You got him to us, I guess, but you also got your nephew out before I was done.”
“Fuck that shit.” Popov glares at me. “His pig of a nephew fucked my daughter, and Milovic found out just how his little niece’s mother died: my hands. Stupid bitch. Did she think she could move on? From me?”
“Need a number for a men’s activist group there?” I ask. It’s that or kill him with my bare hands, and I’m wearing fucking white.
“I want revenge and what’s mine. Finnegan fucked me over, and your uncle wouldn’t sell me what I wanted. I could work my angles, but I found out the shitbag I got locked up was your cousin, the one who fucked my kid.I’m owed, and I’ll take it all. With Finnegan’s powerhouse in pieces, I’ll take it all and destroy you. My God, your bitch owns a pivotal piece she’s turning into a fucking bar. It’s a hold for drugs, guns, girls. You could fuck them, do whatever, and now it’s legit? That wipes out millions. If it’s in my hands… I want it. Fuck, I want it all.”
And there it is: the elusive property everyone wants but no one wants to talk about.
All this shit over a bar and Rush fucking a girl.
Someone shoves big men with guns out of the way, and my bride stalks up to me, breasts heaving like there’s not a face off happening. Like she’s aching to hit me. “Asshole.”
“Trouble in paradise?” Adelaide asks.
Rose stares daggers over her shoulder at Adelaide. “Shut your mouth.” Then she faces me again. “Stop sending me away.”
I take her in. Fuck, she’s gorgeous and insane and so fucking brave, I don’t know what to do. So, I look at Popov.
“About that…I’m an only child. I don’t share. Tell them, Rose.”
“He doesn’t share,” she says with a huff.
“Ivan, your bullshit vendettas are just that: bullshit, old school crap that doesn’t fly. You think turning people to your side would weaken me, but it didn’t. You just weeded out the weak. But…I appreciate the wedding gift of the Adelaide problem and all your holdings, along with Milovic’s. You made a vacuum in New York. You made us stronger, more powerful.”
“I—”
“You’re aligned with a corrupt FBI agent, one who got information from you. No one will lift a finger to help you—”
A shot rings out as Popov brings his gun up again. Adelaide crumples to the ground, dead, as one of Belucci’s men places a muzzle against Popov’s temple. When I turn, I realize Rose has a fucking gun, her finger pressed into the trigger.
“See?” I nod to Popov. “A dead agent. Makes it so much fucking easier to pile a ton of shit on her and you. You’re done.”
“We—”
“Don’t make me torture and kill your daughter.” I won’t, but he doesn’t know that. I havesomestandards. “Besides, got my hands too full with my bride to worry about you.”
I hold out a hand for a gun, and Rose gives me the one she’s holding, her red one. Fucking Garcia. I know he must have had it and gave it to her. Fucking Rose.
I point the gun at Popov, and someone takes his.
“But I’ll take the keys to your castle.” I glance at Rose. “Over on the table, below the visitor book, get the documents for me? Sign, Ivan. All your holdings, money, power, to me.”
The man just stares blankly at them.
“No? I can have them faked. So…”
Rose steps back, and I pull the trigger. He’s gone in a blink, and I turn to Rose. “You need a beating.”
