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Loving The Enemy Who Buried Me
Chapter 1 The Night My World Died
e shot befo
t hit me. The on
g with roots. I was three doors down when it happened. Moving fast through the east corridor with gunfire tearing through the wal
o Lor
r
nting Lorenzo had owned for thirty years, the one he said reminded him of something he would not name, now hanging
dy door w
nt
legs stop
a wide dark circle that was already too large, already too far gone, already telling me something I refused to hear. Th
before my min
y. Warm. Thick. Too much of it. My jaw locked so tight I felt it in my back teeth. I pressed harder. Like pressure alone could fix thi
yes op
because Lorenzo Ferragamo was lying on his own floor bleeding to death and he was still the cal
me fast,
rayed in a way I had never heard before i
flat. Controlled. The way he tau
ad
do not
ok a
r. But the way he said it made me go still in a different way. The way I went still when he
pt pressure
s foun
. Like he had known this moment was coming and had chosen these words in advance and was
roat w
me out quiet and hard. "Give me a
A shadow. Old and heavy and carr
house,"
d at him
rible shallow sound of a chest losing its fight. "The chair by the wind
of my eye
uld not remember it clearly. But the back of my eyes burned and my hands wer
ow and then we are going to get you out of here and you can say it again when
ooked
ull of something th
e said. "That part
nd fou
ld
t
st wen
es stay
e only world I had e
needed pressure and the silence of the room pressing in around me like something physi
how long I
the warmth to s
s in the corridor to get
the ea
still
stands. F
ted m
der s
t secure the perimeter
d h
e
moved that capacity from me before I was old enough to ride a bicycle. But something cold and certain
ot an out
o precise. Too clean. Whoever came through those walls tonight ha
me from
were carrying h
er ring on his right hand that caught the low light of the study lamp the way it always caught the
two finger
I said. Low. Just for him. Ju
n I
y gun fro
y shoulde
had just become the before a
awing breath and kept going and the corridor exploded into noise around me and I moved through all of it the way I had been t
thing I ever built
night and the city swallowed me whole. Sound and light and movement in every direction. Indifferent. Enormo
k to the exterio
ce
i
d at them in the low light of the alley. Bo
iece the c
d at dinner tables and strategy meetings and quie
vu
to someone I could not see. "By morni
d stoppe
irl?" another
au
ad already answered this question a long tim
Every available asset. I want her gone before she
m went
s blood going cold on my hands and twenty three years of loyalty
een plann
The vote. The orde
oss dinner tables and called me the pride of the Cou
lying on a dark wood floor with his eyes open and his chest still and a secret he h
air by the window. Eve
renzo Ferra
ordered executions without blinking could not
ot kn
going t
Counted what I had on me. Cash. One spare magazine. A burner phone
of the alley and
s last words and a promise I intende
then what it wa
the lakehouse would not jus
ld dest
had never met was about to find me bleeding in the dark and make a decisi
know any o
cold. The city. Th
hat used to be the name of the
i
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