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Lapo shrugs. “You took my man. Not cool, Vieri.”

My eyes flick to the man. “Gold, was it? Did you tell him why I took you?”

The man looks away, he hasn't told Lapo anything yet.

“I apologize. I acted on impulse. Let me make it up to you,” I say to the man.

He narrows his gaze, confused.

“Come work at my port.”

His lips part. Lapo stiffens beside him.

The offer is gold in itself—more pay, less risk. Working ports means connections. He would no longer be Lapo’s attack dog. Gold knows that. I can see it dawning in his eyes.

“Don’t be hasty now,” Lapo starts, raising a hand.

I raise one in return. “I’m getting to you.”

My eyes lock with Gold’s. “You start tomorrow. My men will have your file.”

He nods, breath catching. “Deal.”

I nod back. “Now. I want his face to match hers.”

Gold swallows. “You mean—?”

“Whatever he did to her. Tenfold.”

Alfio exhales, looks away.

Gold chuckles, dark and low. “Why would I? Lapo’ll kill me.”

“No, he won’t. Not if I tip the Dons. Or the cops.”

Lapo’s mouth opens. No words come.

“About your fish farm,” I say looking at Lapo. “Or should I say, organ harvesting?”

The color drains from his face.

“You… You don’t know what you’re talking about,” Lapo says, voice barely above a croak.

“I do,” I reply calmly. “And so will the Dons, if I have to open my mouth. You want to play god? Fine. But don’t try to outmaneuver me, Lapo. I’m three steps ahead. Always.”

Gold shifts beside him, the grin on his face widening.

I give him a single nod. “Do the honors.”

Gold whistles, and two men emerge from a side door. They nod to him, then step behind Lapo. His shoulders stiffen.

“Have fun with the old man,” Gold says, voice low. “After this, we’re free, brothers.” He looks at me. “You better beat it. I have a few minutes to rough him up and dash out before his goons come to check on him.”

I turn and walk back to her. Alfio meets me, blade in hand.

I kneel again and cut the binds on her wrists. The rope leaves deep lines in her skin.

I take her hands in mine, gently this time, and pull her up. She sways—so I hold her close, an arm steady around her waist.