(Damian)
My jaw clenched the second Nico walked away. Rick was dead. I didn’t kill him, but I wish that I did.
My phone vibrated in my pocket. Unknown number.
I answered without a word.
“Still cleaning up your messes, huh?” A voice said. Smooth. Smug.
Bruno.
I stood up, stepping away from Alina and the others. “What do you want?”
“I took care of Rick. Figured you’d hesitate.” He laughed. “Always were soft under the rage.”
I gritted my teeth. “You did what?”
“Shot twice. Quick. Painless. Did it for old times’ sake.”
“You shouldn’t have touched him.”
“Relax. You’re welcome.” His tone turned cold. “Now you owe me.”
“Bruno—”
“I’ll collect soon. Keep your phone on.” He hung up.
I stared at the screen. My hand trembled, not from fear, but from fury. The kind I couldn’t show. Not wi
