It doesn’t matter. I can’t pry my eyes off Torin as he reaches my ex’s men and the sheer terror that rips through every nerve ending in my body.
I was going to call Ozzy to see where the hell he is, but I’m afraid to look away from Pretty Boy for one second because…it might be the last time I see him.
The moment he’s safely on their side, Torin is instantly jumped.
My gut drops to my ass as six to seven dudes begin pummeling him with their fists and delivering kicks to his shins and legs.
I move, fully intent on stopping the bullshit. I’m not about to watch Torin get fucking stomped when I’m jerked backward by my bicep.
“Look, Astor.”
I recognize Levi’s deliciously deep voice for a split second, but I don’t bother asking how or why.
I yank on my arm because Iwillget to Torin, but my eyes still search for what the fuck Levi is talking about.
When I find it.
The distinct red dot aimed right at the middle of Matteo’s forehead.
Ozzy.
“Puta!” I practically scream at the top of my lungs, ripping around the edges of my throat.
Matteo’s beady eyes immediately slice over to me, a smile wider than anything I’ve ever seen him wear illuminates his face. The fact Torin is finally getting his ass kicked, sending my blood pressure over the fucking edge as my ex continues to stand there like a fucking prick.
“Give him back,” I bite out. “You’ve had your fun.”
I don’t hear him laugh, but I see his body move like he is. “Why the hell would I?—”
One of his men shoves him backward, staring wide-eyed at the new ornament that clings to my ex’s forehead, but Ozzy’s laser sight remains exactly where it should.
They exchange words before Matteo sends his famous withering look over to me. “Bitch, you’ve got to be kidding me.”
“I’m not. Five seconds.”
He points at me. “You have a matching one, you little shit.”
The digits wrapped around my bicep don’t budge, and I don’t either. “We can just kill each other and end this thing, then. If I’m shot, you’re dead. Guaranteed.”
“Well, at least I’d leave South Shore in shambles,” he sneers. “Wildes will be dead and so will my little whore. Your stupid little town will fall to shit. Your father’s legacy will finally crumble bymyfucking hand.”
“Go get him,” Levi summons out before I’m gently pulled back a bit. “I’ve got this shit, Astor.”
“I swear to God, if you show yourself, I will scream.”
“I’d rather you do that somewhere else,” he mutters as some of his masked men begin forward. “If they move, you shoot De Leon first.”
“Stop!” Matteo bellows out. “I didn’t fuckin’ agree, bitch.”
“Levi,” I grind out. “I’m a split second from losing my shit.Gethim.”
Levi sighs, releasing his hold of me, then steps in front of me. “Let this motherfucker see me,” he tells his men.
Some glimpse back, obviously confused, but they part like the Red Sea anyway.
And that’s when Levi rips his white ski mask over his head and shows the whole world what he’s about to announce.
“Hey, prick,” he says evenly, his muscles tense and ready to throw down. “You fuckin’ missed the killshot.”
