My father hates me so much he tried to murder me, his own son.
God.
“Luka?”
Chiara’s voice helps bring me back from the edge of insanity. It also distracts Lorenzo, and he half turns to see where she is.
I’m not as big as Kane or as violent as my brother, but I can hold my own when I need to. A distraction is all I need to punch him before he can block me.
White-hot pain bursts through my hand as my fist connects with his jaw.Fuck, that hurts.I may have broken something.
“You littlestronzo,” Lorenzo roars when he recovers. He lifts his fist to strike me back, but a small blonde whacks him over the head with a metal plant pot. Lorenzo goes down with a groan as blood spurts everywhere.
He tries to drag himself back up while reaching for his gun, but Chiara kicks him between the legs and he drops it. Given she’s wearing pointy shoes, it must hurt like a bitch.
“You evil cunt!” she screams. “What kind of psychopath tries to kill his own fucking son?” Shit, she must have heard what he told me.
Once again, self-loathing hits me at the realization my father hates me so much he’d prefer it if I died.
“Son!” Lorenzo groans. “Help me!” I’d laugh if I weren’t so disgusted with myself and him.
“Too late, you bastard,” Chiara snarls. She snatches the gun from the floor while he retches in agony, and before I can stop her, she pulls the trigger.
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Chiara
Gentle fingers steal the gun from my hand before I’m crushed against a hard chest. My ears still ring from the gunshot. There’s a risk I’ve sustained permanent hearing damage, but I don’t care.
The sight of Lorenzo’s head bursting like a ripe tomato makes me want to vomit all over my cute shoes, but I swallow the bile creeping up my throat.
A surfeit of adrenaline surges through my system, making me tremble. None of us expected him to be here. Not after I stole his invitation. But since he’s part of this fucked-up venture, I guess it was inevitable.
He and Remington are partners, and if he was behind Fina’s abduction, then of course he’d be here.
“Breathe, kitten,” Kane says in my ear. “You’re safe.”
The sound of screaming fades as the room empties. Shooting Lorenzo has caused a stampede as people rush to escape the carnage.
I wonder how many of them will run outside naked, and giggle at the thought.
“I’m sorry,” I mumble against Kane’s chest, feeling bad that I’ve murdered Luka’s father.
“Lorenzo doesn’t deserve your pity.”
Luka reaches for my hand and squeezes. “Thank you.” When I lift my head, Luka has tears in his eyes. He rips his mask off and smiles. “You slew the monster, cupcake. That makes you my hero.”
I giggle all the more, even though it’s highly inappropriate to laugh less than two feet from a still-warm corpse.
“I’m the dragon-slayer of your fantasies? Does that make me Xena: Warrior Princess?”
“You can wear a leather bustier and thigh-high boots anytime, cupcake.” He smirks.
I’m still traumatized from shooting Lorenzo, but some of the shock has faded. How I managed to hit him is a miracle. When Kane had me doing some target practice a few weeks ago, my aim was shockingly bad.
“I need to move Remington,” Kane says, reluctantly releasing me. But when we turn around, Kane curses.
“Fuck, he’s gone.”
