Chapter 14 - Ricardo Protects His Fake Fiancée
Ricardo stepped forward through the rain, kicking Viktor’s dropped weapon across the patio and pressing his boot against the man's chest.
“You think you can hunt my people without paying the blood toll?” Ricardo asked softly, pressing the barrel of his gun against Viktor’s forehead.
“She... she witnessed a syndicate execution! The elders want her dead!” Viktor choked out, blood pooling beneath his tailored jacket.
“She belongs to me now, and what belongs to the Moretti family is off-limits to every jackal in this city,” Ricardo declared fiercely.
He struck Viktor across the temple with the heavy butt of his pistol, sending the enforcer crashing into unconsciousness on the wet stone.
Ricardo turned around, holstering his weapon and walking back toward me with heavy, deliberate strides through the pouring rain.
He stopped inches away, reaching out to brush a wet strand of hair away from my forehead with surprising gentleness.
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“Are you safe?” he asked, his voice losing its lethal edge, replaced by a deep, rumbling concern that completely unraveled my defenses.
“I thought I was going to die tonight,” I whispered, tears mixing freely with the raindrops sliding down my cheeks.
