Nico loves to taunt me with tales of their friendship, the way she smiles when cooking, or the way she laughs at a TV show they’re watching. If he wasn’t my best soldier, I would stab his eyes out for even looking at her. The fact that she is here laughing with him makes my blood boil. Did Leo and I even mean anything to her? I shake my head at myself and my thoughts. I was stupid for even thinking she was any different.

Even after death, Angelina’s actions haunt me. Leo hasn’t had a dry night since the incident, and I no longer have a fucking home. Her drugged-up antics ruined everything. But she was merely a puppet. Dominic the puppeteer. Pulling the strings, using her to get to me, and he fucking succeeded. That alone makes me livid.

My teeth grind as I crack my knuckles, the desire I have to drain his body of any life now thicker than ever. My team and I have shown no mercy. As soon as the incident happened, and I knew Little Red was okay, I scoured the city removing every lifeline he had. All his associates now know we mean business, and while we have ended a few, many have been forthcoming with information, and we have used that to our advantage.

We have drained his bank accounts, we have stolen and sold all his assets. Allure and all his other clubs are now mere shells, everything removed, and the city closing them down for demolition. Sebastian and I are buying the property for mere dimes, since Dominic hasn’t resurfaced to claim them.

But no matter what we have done, it isn’t enough, because wherever he is, he is still breathing. I dream of how I am going to end him. Whether it be by gun, knife, or my bare hands. The craving I have to get my hands on him is only surpassed by the craving I have for Little Red.

I want her. I want her back in my home and in my life, but I can’t. It is too dangerous for me and too dangerous for Leo to have a liar around after what we’ve experienced with one. Running my hand through my hair, frustrated at my constant push and pull for her, I see the sun starting to poke through the closed curtains. I know I need to go, but I am not ready to leave her yet.