Page 92 of Legacy

In a fucking rideshare.

He braces for the hit.

I wait for his eyes to meet mine and I punch him.

His body crumples as I release his collar, slumping to the ground.

“Fucking useless,” I snarl, chest heaving.

She’s out there.

Unprotected.Alone.

My wife.

My fucking wife.

My fingers itch. My pulse pounds.

I pull my gun.

Gio blinks up at me, swelling already blooming beneath his eye.

“Do you have any idea what I should do to you for this?” My voice is low. Deadly

My phone beeps.

“Fuck!”

Fury rises in my throat.

A chime from the elevator.

I holster the gun. Accept the elevator call and step toward the door.

The doors slide open—

There she is.

I exhale like I’ve been drowning.

Adriana.

Her eyes meet mine cold and sharp then flick to Gio slumped on the floor behind me.

She doesn’t say a word.

She brushes by me.

I follow her, “Get the fuck out Gio.”

He scrambles but I hear the elevator doors close behind me as I continue tracing my wife’s steps. She grabs a bottle of water from the refrigerator.

“Adriana,” I begin.

She looks so good.Too good.Dressed in tailored slacks and a black satin blouse tucked in, her heels clicking across my marble like war drums. Her hair is up again, sleek and deliberate, makeup flawless. Unbothered. Beautiful.

Deadly.