Chapter 9 - BLOOD FOR BLOOD
As Rossi stumbled, I raised my pistol. I fired twice.
The first bullet shattered his knee. He went down screaming. The second bullet caught him in the shoulder, dropping the weapon from his hand.
I walked over to him as he writhed on the marble floor. I didn't say a word. I just kicked his gun away and looked at Emma. She was already untying Oliver, pulling him into her arms, pressing kisses to his hair as he sobbed into her shoulder.
"Daddy!" Oliver cried out, reaching for me.
I dropped to my knees and wrapped my arms around both of them. My son was speaking. He was crying. He was alive. I held them so tightly I thought I might break them, breathing in the scent of Emma's hair, feeling the rapid beat of my son's heart against my chest.
I looked down at Rossi, who was bleeding out on his own foyer floor.
"You lose," I told him quietly.
"She's... a Rossi..." he coughed, blood staining his teeth.
"No," Emma said, standing up and pulling Oliver behind her. She looked at the man who had tormented her for a lifetime with absolute coldness. "I am Emma Hale."
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I signaled my men to clean up the mess. We walked out of the burning compound together, a united front, leaving the ashes of the Rossi empire behind us.
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