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“That night when I thought I killed Victor, it was because he’d killed my best friend and his family. His family. His young family. His wife, my little goddaughter, who’d just turned five, and his son, who was eight.” Talking about it now made my nerves spike because I couldn’t believe it happened.

“Oh God.” She clutched a hand to her chest. “How did that happen, Luc?”

I closed my eyes when I thought back with agony.

How did that happen?

In my head it was my fault.

And would always be…

Chapter 18

Luc

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5 years ago…

“Should we make this fucker beg first?” I said to Claudius, who stood over Billy the snitch with his foot pressed into the guy’s chest as he lay on the ground squirming like the worm he was.

“Can he beg?” Claudius laughed.

“Please don’t kill me,” Billy wailed. The asshole was crying. What the fuck did he think was going to happen?

He thought we’d turn a blind eye at what he’d done. Fool.

The guy tried to play us. Tried to gather intel on us to give to the Cipriani’s. Those fuckers had been trying to get in on the business for years, and it wasn’t happening on my watch.

This fool thought he could steal from me. Steal clients’ names and contact details.

He’d pay for it.

“What should I do with you, Billy?” I loomed over his face, tapping my gun at his temple and laughing. “I could shoot off your fucking head first, but that would be no fun. You’d die instantly.” I wouldn’t do that. Not unless if I had to or he gave me a reason to.

Claudius would though. He’d kill him just for looking at him the wrong way.

“Hey, Luc, stop playing with our new toy. How about we just throw him off a bridge?” Claudius laughed.

Billy started to wail when he heard that.

I knew the worst thing we could actually do to him was let him go. No one would believe that he’d been with us and didn’t rat.

Letting him go would instantly mark him. The Cipriani’s would put a target on his back.

“You know what I’m going to say, brother,” I chimed.

Claudius winced in displeasure but nodded, agreeing with me. I portrayed the badass gangster that I was at the best of times. But I didn’t like killing. I knew my brother knew that and probably pretended that he didn’t.

He also knew I was trying to refine his image too. I felt there were other ways of doing things, more dignified ways that kept us a little bit more on the clean side.

It certainly kept the feds off our backs.

Claudius lifted his foot, and Billy released a large breath.

“Let’s go to the bar, bro.” Claudius smirked.

“What are you going to do to me?” Billy asked, now sitting up and shaking.