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“There a reason you’re covered in blood?” Fausto Mancini asked casually when he joined me in the entry of his home. I’d already killed one man today, and my hands were aching to squeeze the life from another. Seeing Fausto when I knew he’d been roughing up his daughter brought a murderous rage to the surface. It took everything I had to force a calm façade. “Ran into a little trouble on the way back here.” His eyes drifted toward the stairs. “I take it my daughter was returned safely?” “She’s unharmed but shaken up. I sent her to her room.” I slowly stepped closer with my gaze lowered to my hands before me. “Things could have gone very differently. Noemi could have been hurt, and while we aren’t technically married yet, I consider her my responsibility.” I lifted my gaze to his, levelin
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