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“Triple axel. Again, synchronized perfectly!”

They both landed at the exact same moment. As if they were one, body and soul. The way she looked on the ice took my breath away and I wasn’t even sure it was in a good way.

“Look at that throw jump.”

I fucking hated seeing her with him. His hands on her body.“These two have the most amazing chemistry I have ever seen.”

Hate slithered through my veins. Venomous and powerful. I should stop watching it before I blow a gasket.

The performance ended, the final notes of the song ending at the same exact moment as their final pose. The audience went wild. The couple on the ice panted, both of them out of breath.

Then her partner lifted her by her slim waist, twirled her in the air and then pressed a kiss on her lips. I gripped my glass like my sanity depended on it, the cracking of glass mirroring the state of my heart and soul.

The sound of breaking glass filled the room and shattered around me. Hearing the broadcaster rave about the couple felt like a blow to the stomach. It stole my breath away, turned my blood to fire, then killed something inside me. I lost it.

I reached for my gun and pulled the trigger. The TV screen sparked. Then I destroyed every goddamn thing in Emory’s living room.

CHAPTER40

Basilio

Priest waved his iPad, the only undamaged piece of electronics that survived after I lost my shit.

I extended my hand but he narrowed his eyes. “I don’t think so,” he growled. “This is the only surviving piece in a five mile radius.”

After I had destroyed everything I got my hands on, Priest held on to his iPad like his life depended on it. Good thing too, because once the red haze over my brain retracted, I could think clearly again. And I put Priest to work. He’d dig up everything on Star Flemming. Clearly Angelo, my father’s right hand man, couldn’t be counted on if he was unable to retrieve a single piece of information on the woman that the whole world knew. Fucking traitor.

“What do you have?” I asked him, staring into the dark of the night.

Emory and Dante sat in the room with us. My sister knew the athlete side of Wynter and was able to share everything she knew about Star Flemming. But I needed to know everything.

“All we had to do was look up Star Flemming and information flowed,” Priest dropped the bomb and all our attention snapped to him. “And guess fucking what?”

“What?” I grumbled.

“Brennan has a standing agreement with Nico Morrelli, wiping out all traces of his family on a daily, possibly hourly, basis. I find something on her and then it disappears. I was able to hack into Morrelli’s web frame for all of fifteen seconds but it was enough to dig up her name.”

I clenched my fists, the need to punch something so strong, my muscles actually ached.

“He hid her and her mother from the DiLustros after whatever had happened between Aisling Brennan and your father, Basilio. And he kept them off the Russian’s radar.”

The pent up frustration stirred in my body. It recognized being close to my target and I wanted to pounce. But I had to be calculating and careful. Otherwise, I’d lose her and next time, I might not find her again.

Priest’s guy walked into the room and set a large desktop screen on the desk in Emory’s office.

“Refrain from destroying this,” Emory grumbled, glaring at me. “Do you need cables?” she asked Priest.

The latter shook his head. “I have it connected via Bluetooth.”

Two swipes, the screen came on and Wynter’s image filled my sight.

I froze.

She took my breath away. Every. Single. Fucking. Time.

She wore cropped black leggings, pink Chucks, and a loose pink off-the-shoulder shirt that came down to her mid thighs. Her duffle bag thrown over her shoulder, her gaze was distant, as she smiled at someone. Paparazzi had to snap the photo as she was leaving one of her training sessions.

Fuck, she was so painfully beautiful. Her blonde curls gave a halo expression even in the picture. I knew firsthand how soft those curls were. Her hair trailed down her shoulders. Her face was flawless. But it was her eyes that got me. The way they shimmered, big and curious, even in the photo.