locked on the ruin of my hand

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. The Capo

assault rifle at the low ready, his eyes

the air in the room seemed to fr

od soaking the sheets. He saw the fl

loused fingers hovering over the de

asked. His voice wa

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the b

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cond. When he opened them, th

rdered his men. "Prep

y good hand, desperate. "Luca, Mia is dead.

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fill," I choked ou

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e roared fro

him, guns drawn. The hallway became a powder

d at Luca,

dripping from my

his?" Dante demanded. "Yo

n't raise his voice. He didn't have to. "

," Dante snapped. "It

pointing the barrel of his rifle tow

he sliced fingers. The specif

id, his voice faltering. He loo

ollow. "She came in. She used cello st

k at the hallway where Sofia

cried. "I was in the ki

sed his rifle, aiming it directly

stepped in f

between the bull

mutilated my sister. She executed

n," Dante said. "If you sh

it be war,

the safety wit

hard. "But Sofia... Sofia is my blood. She

ched

had just crippled me. Shielding th

o know she did it. The evide

didn'

nger than his honor. S

home, Luc

the room was he

a said to Dante. "And

. "But if you fire that gun, none

t Dante with

tti. You are trading

ontract for a sou

sed m

that. He believed

urning his back on the man who was sup