Killian
Another glass of whiskey hadn’t washed the taste or feel of Sera’s lips from my own. A third glass hadn’t done much to ease the dull ache in my chest whenever my mind drifted from her to Tommaso and our ill-fated night.
Ill-fated in so many ways. Sure, Giuseppe had been sent what I hoped he’d consider a valuable message. f**k with me and get f****d. But it had cost me, too.
Tommaso had almost paid the ultimate price. We’d already lost one of our men, his body now being prepared for burial. I ran my fingers through my hair as I thought of the funeral that would take place within the next week. He’d been young, as young as Mikey and just as green with a gun.
His mother would be cared for, for the rest of her life, I’d make sure of it. But her heart would be forever broken.
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