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“Call my bluff.” I encouraged him. He knew better.

“I’m not the same man I was back then.”

“Well make sure you are within the next five minutes because that’s when bodies start dropping. Starting with that little brunette.”

I stepped back, turning to head towards the elevator at the end of the hallway.

I knew she was innocent and had nothing to do with this. Threatening her was fucked, even for me. But right now, I’d slaughter the entire island if it meant getting Nirah back. I didn’t give a damn who lived or died as long as my woman was back at my side.

After stepping into the elevator I turned to see Moretti still in the doorway by himself. He wasn’t going to risk her life, and I knew that. Slowly, the elevator doors in front of me closed, and I exhaled, slipping my gun back into my waistband.

When the doors eventually reopened I headed toward my car, lighting a blunt. I fucking needed this.

With the blunt between my lips I pulled the sleeve of my suit jacket up, glancing down at my wristwatch. Moretti had about four minutes left.

I took a long drag before checking my cellphone to see Cesar had arrived at Fujimura’s place.

Cesar: No sign of Miss Nirah, boss. But we do have his right hand tied to a chair, awaiting your arrival.

Footsteps approached me and when I glanced up I was met with a pissed off scowl before he rounded the hood of my car.

I flicked my blunt into a trashcan then slipped into the driver’s seat.

“We agreed to never see each other again,” he drawled as I pulled away. “And we’re not friends either. Don’t make it a fucking habit, yeah?”

“I don’t care about your friendship, I care about getting my woman back.”

Silence invaded the space before he spoke.

“What happened.”

“Isamu Fujimura. Godfather of the yakuza,” I started, picking up speed. “We were business partners. Couple of his men went rogue and tried to kill me. Nirah was in the car. So I killed him for not keeping his dogs on a leash.”

He scoffed, shaking his head. “So it’s revenge?”

“Possibly.”

“You don’t seem all that convinced.”

“Fujimura’s dead. My men have his right hand, and as far as I’m aware, his wife isn’t part of this world.”

“What if it wasn’t one of Fujimura’s men?”

“Then you… and every single one of my men need to start scouring the earth because if my wife doesn’t turn up within twenty four hours, then like I said, Moretti, bodies will start dropping— Did I fucking stutter just now?” I looked at him for a second.

“Your threats don’t work on me.”

“But they work when it comes to that little brunette.”

There was a slight shift in his demeanor, so small I could’ve imagined it.

The drive wasn’t long before we arrived at Fujimura’s house to find my men surrounding the place.

I opened the trunk of my car and shoved a black duffle bag into his chest.

He slung it over his shoulder and I checked the magazine of a Barrett M82 before handing it to him. The ghost of a light passed behind his eyes, and I had a feeling this motherfucker would enjoy what we were doing a lot more than he’d ever admit.

The dark sky was cloudless when I glanced up, the warm air already agitating me.