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“What the fuck are you doing here?” I asked and she approached me. “Where’s Sally?” My eyes darted to Nereus.
“She’s with the nanny. Relax, Daddy Daycare. She’s fine.” He pushed off and stopped at Samantha’s side.
My eyes fell on her again and she smiled. “I have a damsel in distress who needs me. Let’s go.” She turned but I grabbed her upper arm to stop her.
“No, it’s too dangerous.”
Her face fell flat.
“I’m serious. Go back—”
“I’m not going anywhere.” She pulled her arm free from my grip. “Now is not the time to be a caveman, Antonio. Nirah needs us. So stop wasting time and let’s go. I’ll be fine.”
Nereus nodded and I sighed, giving in.
Stepping past them I heard Samantha speak, a grin evident in her tone. “Maybe men aren’t embarrassing… Hello.”
When I glanced over my shoulder she was smirking at Moretti who stood with his arms crossed over his chest.
“That broody scowl doesn’t scare me, I’ve been with Antonio for years,” she murmured but he merely stepped past her, and followed behind me.
Nereus and Samantha shared a quick chuckle before everyone was in their respective cars.
* * *
It was an easy mission. In and out. That’s it.
As soon as we pulled up to the mansion we opened fire and it turned into a bloodbath. I didn’t give a fuck about who lived or died in this place. They shouldn’t have taken her from me to begin with.
Though, what we didn’t plan for was after assassinating everyone in the mansion, we’d walk into the living room to find Nirah, soaked from head to toe, and tied to a chair.
With my fingers tightly curled around my gun, I slowed my steps and Ren—Fujimura’s oldest son—looked up, sweat coating his forehead as he lifted his handgun in our direction.
“Don’t come any closer.” Beady eyes stared back at us as the gun in his hand trembled.
My eyes shifted to Nirah passed out behind him and fury infiltrated every vein in my body, igniting a dangerous fire.
I kept my voice low. “Let her go.”
He shook his head. “N—no,” he stammered. “You will feel what it is like to lose someone you love.” He clutched the gun tighter, sweat piling on his forehead. He was only seventeen, and I’d bet my life that he’d never shot a gun before.
“You wanna cause me pain?” I slowly stepped closer. “I’m right here.”
“No.” He hurried behind her and pulled a pocket knife from his jacket pocket. He pressed the knife to her throat and I straightened up, lowering my gun.
“Boss?” Cesar murmured to my right.
“You scared, Ren?”
His eyes ping ponged profusely between me and my men, and I detached my gun before tossing it aside.
“You wanna take Fujimura’s place?” I asked and his throat bobbed before he nodded. I lifted my hand and beckoned him forward. “Fight me just like he did then. Prove yourself.”
He shook his head. “My father didn’t— no.” He lifted the knife and used the back of that hand to wipe the sweat accumulating on his forehead. “You’re lying.”
“Your father fought me and lost, Ren.”
Disbelief flashed across his fate.
