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“Thank God.”

I squeeze my eyes shut briefly. Of course he’s not angry. He’s just grateful I’m okay.

I hate myself.

“I thought it was Marco,” he says, almost apologetically, and my stomach twists. “Backup is coming.”

“Don’t bother. Ricci’s men split and Leo’s beyond help. Just call Volkov.”

Elio sighs. “Alright. Wish we could have gotten one of them.”

“I’m sorry.”

He scoffs. “Don’t apologize. I’m glad you killed the fucking weasel. Just make it home safe.”

“Ten-four.”

I look down at Leo once more as he wheezes out his last breaths. I kick him in the ribs, hard.

Then I turn and walk out of the parking garage.

Sirens start to wail as I pull onto the highway. Someone reported the gunshots. They’re unlikely to find Leo’s body, though, since it’s a block away. Gregor Volkov, our cleaner, always manages to get it done, so I’m not worried.

I curse myself the whole ride home. Something has got to change.

I have to forget her.

23

SAMANTHA

The morning sickness and exhaustion aside, I start to feel almost normal for the first time in…. Well.

Since Dante and I started all of this.

Maybe it’s for the best that he didn’t choose me.

He is kind of Papa’s only friend, and it’s not like we could have ever loved each other out loud.

Plus… what kind of father would Dante be? I honestly don’t know. I’ve never seen him around kids. He’s never mentioned wanting kids.

And I know what he does for a living. Not that I judge him. Papa’s got plenty of blood on his hands, and he’s the best father a girl could ask for. But when I think about telling him… the cold look in those ice blue eyes…

The way he’d told me I was a mistake.

I don’t want a man like that in my child’s life. Even if I can’t help wanting him in mine.

Doc still has Papa benched, and it’s driving him crazy. I can hear him pacing the hallway, barking into his phone. I slowly crack open my door, peering out.

Papa’s back is to me but his shoulders are stiff. Something feels wrong immediately.

I step out into the hallway. Papa’s still on the phone. “Volkov, I need you therenow. The cops will show, and I’d rather give you the money than the fucking pigs for bribes.”

Shit. Volkov.The cleaner. Someone died tonight. I frown as my stomach drops. Was it one of our men?

I know most of Papa’s men pretty well, since I grew up with Papa asdon. Grampa died when I was just a baby, so I never knew a time when my father wasn’t king.

“I don’t care what you do with it. He was a rat.”