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Seeing they’re all from Rosie, I stop dead in my tracks and check the information she’s sending.

There are photos of Ryo Tanaka and Kentaro at a restaurant in the company of a man who seems to be in his late fifties.

“We’ve got eyes on the fuckers,” I tell Enzo and Raffaele as I turn my phone so they can see. Rosie sends through the location with a short message.

Rosie: They just got to the restaurant. Move now!

We hurry toward the SUVs we rented and pile into the vehicles.

As Raffaele takes the driver's seat and starts the engine, I shoot a reply to Rosie, telling her to send an update if the group leaves the restaurant.

Today, I’m going to make the Yakuza suffer the same way they made us suffer the past two days. They will pay in blood for what they’ve done to Riccardo and Gianna.

Chapter 5

Yuki

Sitting at a table with Masaki and Kentaro, I have zero appetite and only sip on my tea.

Since the incident at the club, I can’t stop thinking about the foreign couple. It was such an unnecessary waste of life. Even Sho. I didn’t like him, but that doesn’t mean I wanted him dead.

Masaki checks a message on his phone, then shoots Kentaro a glare that makes him bristle. “A meeting has been called where they will vote on your punishment.”

Kentaro is in for a world of pain. Serves him right.

Masaki narrows his eyes on me, and leaning his forearms on the table, he drops his voice low. “More guards are being sent to protect you. Apparently, the foreigners belong to the Sicilian mafia. Finish your tea so we can leave.”

“Did Mr. Vitale survive?” I dare to ask before I carry out the order and drink the last of my beverage.

“Yes.” While answering, Masaki signals for a server so he can pay for our lunch.

Hearing the good news fills me with relief.

Once the bill has been settled, we get up and head out of the restaurant. It’s one of Masaki’s favorite places to come for lunch because his uncle owns it.

As we walk to the car, a group of men catches my attention on the other side of the road. While all my alarm bells go off, my eyes get stuck on one of the men, who’s reaching for something behind his back.

He has caramel brown hair, and his face is set in a brutal look that sends shivers racing down my spine. I notice the tattoos onthe backs of his hands, and they disappear beneath the cuffs of his shirt and suit jacket.

Even though I can feel the danger coming off him, my feet come to a sudden standstill because I’ve never seen anyone more attractive.

Just as Masaki and Kentaro spot the group, I notice the men are all armed, and it makes fear shudder through me.

“The Sicilians!” Masaki shouts as he opens fire on them while shoving me hard in the direction of the restaurant. “Run!”

My fight or flight instinct kicks in, and as I dart back toward the entrance, three bullets hit Masaki in the chest while Kentaro is shot in the leg.

A shriek gets stuck in my throat, my heart beating wildly as my breaths rush over my parted lips.

I hear glass shatter as I weave my way through the tables, and when I barge into the kitchen, I shout, “Armed men!”

Suddenly, someone grabs hold of my hoodie, and they yank so hard on it, I’m strangled as I’m ripped off my feet.

There’s a hard blow to the side of my head, and when the person lets go of my hoodie, I’m shoved forward and sprawl over the tiles. Dazed and terrified, I scramble to my feet, but then I’m grabbed by the front of my hoodie, and the next instant, a fist connects brutally hard with my cheek.

Stars explode behind my eyes, and when my vision comes back, it focuses on the man I thought was attractive. He lets out an enraged growl as his fist connects with my face again.

Kuso!