Bound To My Mafia Stepuncles novel Chapter 213

Chapter 213

Enzo reached over and stole a piece of bacon off the plate. I smacked his hand with the spatula and he grinned a little. It didn’t last long.

“She doesn’t have the journal,” he said after a moment. “Valentina said it was taken from knew it existed.”

her room. Which means someone else was there. Someshe wh

I paused. “So we’ve got another mole.”

He nodded. “And this one’s smarter.”

I felt the rage curl back up inside me. Hot and alive. “We need to find them. Now.”

“We will,” Enzo said. “But we have to play this right. Act like we don’t know. Make them feel comfortable.”

I hated waiting. But he was right. Rushing it would only make them hide deeper. We needed to dig slow and quiet! We needed to burn them from the inside

out.

I grabbed the tray and steadied it with both hands. My knuckles were white around the edges. I could feel the pulse in my neck, still high and angry. But I forced myself to breathe.

“She asked for pancakes,” I muttered.

Enzo laughed under his breath. “And you made eggs?”

I gave him a look. “You make the pancakes then.”

“Nope,” he said, still smiling. “You’re the domestic one now.”

Irolled my eyes and headed toward the stairs. Enzo followed beside me, quiet again. As we walked, I thought about how small she’d locked in that bed. Her

eyes barely open. Her voice soft. And still, she worried about us. About how we felt. About making us laugh.

She didn’t deserve this. Any of it.

I keep thinking about the way her fingers twitched when I first touched her shoulder how slow her eyes were to open like she had to drag herself back into her body just to look at me and I can’t forget that sound she made like a choked breath like pain and fear pressed into one I’ve heard that sound before on battlefields in alleys behind clubs in warzones both real and not but I’ve never heard it come from someone I cared about not like this and I swear something cracked in me when I realized she had been lying there alone bleeding and scared and I was in the next room thinking she was asleep thinking she was safe the guilt sits on my chest like concrete no matter how much I tell myself we’re going to fix this it doesn’t move because I should have known I should have seen it and the worst part is she still looked at me like I could protect her like I was some kind of shield and maybe I used to be but I wasn’t fast enough this time I wasn’t good enough I wasn’t paying attention and now someone is walking free in my house someone who hurt her someone who touched her like she was nothing and I will find them and when I do they won’t get the easy way out they won’t get mercy because I don’t have it anymore not for people like that not after seeing her blood soak through the sheets not after watching her eyes flutter like she didn’t know where she was or who she was or if she was even alive they took something from her and I’m going to take everything from them in return

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