His Possession, Her Obsession
ar, I didn't mean-"
through the air,
tallic scent of death mingled with the acrid burn of gunpowder, thick in the cold night air. Smok
s pulse wasn't racing. It never did. Killing was a task, lik
ean to-" Eddie knew he was next as he w
his head, watching the man tremble. "You took my money. You ran like a cow
twisted in panic. "I-I had no c
ng against his knee. "I don't give a fuck a
scare
low and humorless
ng the barrel of his Gloc
king violently. "Pl
ulled the
al. Eddie's body jerked before crumpling sideways, b
sleeve. He fucking hated it when they begged. If a
n before except from the choked w
rc
ainst a table stacked with stolen money-Dominic's money. His face was drenche
of the kill. Blood splattered his knuckles, staining the expensive watch on his w
Dominic said, his voice calm
ut a strang
teps slow, deliberate. "Which means you get the hon
ly. "D-Dom, listen, it was n
ulled the
o
king him back against the table. He screamed, clutchin
ouched in front of him, ti
, his skin pale as death. "Please, Dom," he sobbed
her
me, to
ntly. His scream was so l
. "You're real
ackling flames in the background. His men had already set the place ab
lickering between ple
as no w
gun beneath Marco's chin, forcin
red. "Tell me something usef
's cheeks. His lips tre
the Mo
ic st
was the fire consuming the warehouse, the s
More
ly's old
Dominic's lips. "Now that,
pulled th
o
f burning cash. The Morettis had played a hand in this? Goo
out, the flames swallowing up the
blood had dried, crusting o
was quiet. B
min
tur
im with that same unreadable expression he always wor
fice," his fat
fore turning and following
w of the city skyline casting sharp shadows across the books
ngers steepled, his gaze heavy. "D
about the
t
, crossing his arms. "Good. Then you
g the bridge of his nose.
fened. "The
nyielding. "You're not. Because you're
le
ot because Dominic hadn't heard them-he
humorless laugh. "Th
riage between the Carusos and the Morettis will solidify our allian
. "They stole from us," he hissed. "They fucking betrayed us. And
father sa
ot from the kill, from the fire, from the rage
?" he asked
didn't waver. "V
ore. Moretti's only daughter. Kept hidden. Untouc
was suppose
shit," he muttered, t
ice stopped him
tomorrow to
led slowly,
wasn'
w? He had