Vengeance With My White Knight by Maya Kensington

Chapter 181

Chapter 181

The Lucano and Casalini families were at war now–a beef so nasty it’d make a slaughterhouse look tame.

For Stephanie, Richard was personal, a walking scar.

He’d been Sebastian’s brother once,

ught as hell. Sebastian had trusted him, counted on him, treated him like blood.

And Valentina–that backstabbing snake–had played the bestic card with her, all fake grins and bullshit.

In Long Harbor these past years, Stephanic had been itching top into Richard, her hate bubbling, never letting up.

Now she’d finally got her chance, and all that built–up rage was spilling out.

Richard’s patience was wearing thin as she hung on.

“Stefi, I said let go,” he growled, his voice dipping into something colder, meaner.

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Richard’s grip clamped down on her jaw again, no mercy. Stephanie flinched, her teeth popping apart as the pain hit, a thin streak of blood dripping from her lip.

“Take me back,” she hissed, teeth gritted, anger roaring through her voice.

Richard raised an eyebrow. “I stuck my neck out grabbing you–you think I’m just gonna drop you off, my little fiancée?”

Before the words even settled, Stephanie spat another glob of blood right in his face, quick and dead–on.

Richard wiped at the mess on his cheek. “You grew up fine, but what’s with this attitude now?”

Back in Fiorenza, she’d been a different vibe–quiet, sweet, always stuck to Sebastian’s side like a shadow.

She’d call him “Seb” in that soft, lilting voice, so gentle it could thaw a glacier.

Now? This spitfire energy of her threw him for a loop.

Over on Sebastian’s side, Elliot gave the rundown, voice calm but tight. “Sir, Richard says if you don’t back off, he’ll take Miss Giovanni down with him–jump the chopper and call it a day.”

Sebastian’s eyes narrowed, a cold spark flickering in them.

A chill rolled off him, sharp and deadly. “Find out what the hell he wants,” he growled, keeping his rage on a tight leash.

Elliot nodded. “On it.”

Back at Shallow Bay Area, the night wind sliced through, smoke and gunpowder still clogging the air.

Ella had been on the phone with Stephanie when it all went nuts–screams, shots, total chaos.

Ignoring the pain in her tailbone, she’d jumped off the hospital bed and raced to Shallow Bay.

No cops

called–she wasn’t that dumb. This mess was too messy

She’d figured it out ages ago: Stephanie ran with big dogs, the kind you don’t rat out. Calling the law could backfire hard.

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Worried out of her mind. Ella had to check it out herself. But the second she got there, she saw Lorenzo going full savage.

the gun in his hand, the air stinging with burnt

ditched his rich–boy act, tucking

got enough muscle. We’re solid here., Macro mumbled

his gun back and glanced over his

his ears, and he turned–locking eyes with Ella as she climbed out of her

weirdness. Fear choked her up, hier legs

blood–pooled on the ground, bright and

it was like a horror flick, red soaking into white like some

opened, but nothing came out–just

her heart pounding so hard it might break a rib.

legs eating up the distance. “Back already? Didn’t get

blanked. Her brain couldn’t process his

Lorenzo’s brow furrowed.

back of Macro’s head. “Guess Sebastian went soft on

sneaky jerk,” Macro muttered, rubbing the back of

out–he was still huffing, working the kink out of his neck.

Might as well sign

stare at

together every bit of nerve

needed answers, her heart pounding like crazy.

response was flat, done. “You won’t

popped wide, confusion all over her face.

grab her,” Lorenzo said low, turning his back

brain froze. She was totally lost.

stood there, her mind turning into a

guy growing up with her. She’d never heard her mention

Shallow Bay Area looking like a battlefield–is that him too? The more

was stuck, clueless.

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pulled out a cigarette, lit it up. “Can

She nodded, legs

go. This isn’t your vibe,” Lorenzo said, flicking her

in trouble?” Ella blurted out, worry

her like

realized that back then, Chris was

that Stephanie had more than just Sebastian backing her–big shots everywhere.

Bay Area into this mess wasn’t a lightweight–thinking of that, panic

over, taking a drag. “Not danger, exactly. She

twisted creep–he knew that

the wall between Stephanie and Sebastian finally gone, no one

that Stephanie and Sebastian were tight. Ella’s eyes got watery at “catch some heat.” “What do we do? Mr. Giovanni

she added, staring at Lorenzo,

and get hurt. Lorenzo wasn’t here to play babysitter. He walked off, his back a dark shape fading into the snowy

in the wind, tears streaking down and scratched his

doesn’t need you stressing. That girl’s got people wrapped around her finger–her fiancé won’t touch her,” he said, throwing out some offhand reassurance.

Macro thought,

some old dude’s random promise, but he’d latched onto it–parading around

down with that excuse, loud

• but Richard slipped away every time, slick as

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was like he lived to get under Sebastian’s skin–didn’t care about

faze him. He just shrugged them

up, her voice quiet. “But Stefi and Mr. Giovanni are

Lorenzo holds grudges–you almost pulling his pants down? He’s going to get you back for that someday,” Macro said with a smirk, all

her heart thumping

by the collar and hauling him off like a limp

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