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face Brando. He takes a stumbling step backward, Erin giggling in the background.

“Stay right the fuck where you are,” Massimo barks.

Chapter Thirty-Seven

MASSIMO

Without a second thought, without a moment of hesitation, I watch as Brando attempts to make his way toward the door, walking backward. Reaching into my shoulder holster, I take out my gun and point it directly at his forehead.

Arlo jumps to his feet, charging him. I watch as he disarms him without even taking a breath, throwing Brando’s gun on his desk, along with another one that was strapped to his ankle. Gavino lets out a grunt behind us.

“What the fuck?” I breathe. “What the actual fuck is happening here?”

I feel like I’m going fucking crazy. My head is spinning at the speed of everything happening around us, thankfully my arm is steady as fuck as I continue to keep my gun directly focused on Brando’s forehead.

“Tell them, Brando. Tell them how you found out I was the one stalking Massimo, then Pippa? Tell them how you snuck into the house late at night, how Roman gave you a taste of me. How you fucked me.

“Tell them how you knew where he was the entire time and never told Massimo or any of his men. Tell them how you’re the reason Massimo went away. How you called the feds, tipped them off to visit with Roman, how you encouraged the whole fucking thing. Tell them,” Erin urges on a laugh.

“You were playing the police department and me at the same time?” Massimo asks.

Brando grunts. “You really think I’m loyal to anyone? Roman offered me something that I couldn’t resist.”

“A whore?” I snort. “I could have given you one for every night of the week if you’d wanted.”

Brando shakes his head slowly. “Women aren’t as valuable as you think they are.”

“I don’t know, I seem to do well with them,” Gavino murmurs with a small chuckle.

Brando laughs, though it comes out kind of fucking evil sounding. My body jerks, my gun still steady as I continue to point it at his head, waiting for the moment that I can pull the trigger. I have never wanted to kill someone that I thought of as a friend more in my life than I do this motherfucker right now.

“Money,” I say. He jerks his chin. “Money and sex are what makes the world go round, so if it wasn’t about a woman, it was about money.”

“His insurance payout was out of this world. He was obsessed with stalking you, with getting evidence that would put you away for life. When I saw the pictures of that night, I knew it was him. He’d been on me for a few days.”

“Do I even want to know how you knew him?” I ask.

Brando shrugs a shoulder. “I knew his wife more than him. Pretty thing, had very bad taste in men.” He laughs.

“So, what, you figured you’d call in the feds on the extortion deal and that was that?”

“Extortion holds a far less prison term than murder. I figure I did you a fucking favor as a friend,” he snaps.

Gavino lets out a loud laugh. Brando’s body jerks back as if Gavino’s laugh could physically harm him. We all watch, waiting to see what is going to come next. Now that we know more of the actual fucking truth. Brando sold me out to the feds for cash and because he had a thing with Roman’s wife.

“A favor,” I mutter. “Thanks for the fucking favor.” Inhaling a sharp breath, I shift my gaze over my shoulder for a moment to get Gavino’s attention. “Can I be done with him?”

“Be done with it, except I want to ask one more question.”

Brando is physically shaking now, his body trembling in his spot. I would be scared too if I were about to die.

“Wh-Wh-What?” he asks through trembling lips.

Smirking, I let him shake for another couple of moments, my eyes skirting over his body, wondering if this big badass cop is going to piss himself or not. I kind of want to make him wait a while to see if he will.

“Was it all worth it?” I ask. “I assume the bulk of your money is still sitting somewhere? So, you got all of this money, you didn’t vanish to live on a beach somewhere in luxury, so was it all worth it?”

His eyes flick behind me toward Erin, then back to me. I watch as he gulps, then shakes his head once. “For five years