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This man was rock solid. I swiped at him with the knife again, then punched, then slashed, then punched. Blood coated my knuckles and hand, spurting onto my face as I continued attacking him, afraid that if I slowed down, I’d collapse.

I cocked back and landed a blow to his chin that made his mouth snap shut and his head jerk back, throwing him off balance. His big ass slipped in the mud and hit the ground with a thud.The bigger they are, the harder they fall.

I was on him in an instant. I didn’t waste my energy punching his big ass. I stabbed my blade into his throat, pulled the knife out, then stabbed again, over and over. Blood gushed each time I pulled it out.

He gasped for air but gurgled on his own blood, choking to death. The bastard’s dying gaze bore into mine, begging me to let him live.Fuck his life!I stabbed my knife into his eye, blinding him.

I stabbed the other eye, ensuring darkness would accompany him into hell. His face was a bloody mess, no longer recognizable. His body was covered in deep slashes. He’d be dead soon. I needed to save the rest of my energy for my true enemy.

My chest heaved as I pushed myself away from him. His body jerked, blood pouring from his mouth. His night could’ve gone differently if he’d made a better choice. Instead, he chose to go up against a Cattaneo. That was never the right choice.

Panting, I looked to the side. With the knife still in his foot, Scott was trying to limp away. I rolled to the side and slowly forced myself to my feet again. There was one more motherfucker I needed to kill.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

JULIAN

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PLEASE BE SAFE.

Her voice echoed in my head. I couldn’t let her down. Not today. Not tomorrow. Not ever. I staggered forward, each step sending pain radiating over my body. Ahead, Scott limped, his silhouette barely visible through the downpour.

But when the lightning flashed, I was able to see him, and I knew he was able to see me. He glanced back, eyes wide with terror as lightning lit up the dark sky. He tried to quicken his pace, but the knife still lodged in his foot hindered him.

I pushed through the pain, my body screaming with every step. The wind howled through the trees, branches swaying violently as the storm intensified. Rain pelted my face, mixing with the blood that dripped from my brow.

I kept my eyes locked on Scott, barely blinking, refusing to lose sight of him. Soon, I would pass out. But not before I’d taken his life.

"I'll leave you alone," he shouted over the roar of the storm. "I can't get the company anyway. Killing you has no benefits for me now. We don’t have to be enemies.”

We weren’t enemies. Not true enemies. He was merely a problem I needed to be rid of.

“Why are you still stalking me?” he yelled. “Why?”

I didn't respond. I had nothing to say to this bitch. Scott glanced back, his eyes wide with fear. He tripped over a tree root, falling hard onto the muddy ground. I moved faster as he tried to scramble to his feet. He was almost standing when I kicked him in the chest, knocking him against the tree.