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.

in his hand, the air stinging with burnt

rich–boy act,

muscle. We’re solid here., Macro mumbled under his breath.

gun back and glanced over

and he turned–locking eyes with Ella as

Fear choked

on the

snow drifting down, it was like a horror flick, red soaking into white like some messed–up art piece.

opened, but nothing came out–just

pounding so hard it might break a

distance. “Back already? Didn’t get what you wanted last time,

blanked. Her brain couldn’t process

Lorenzo’s brow furrowed.

the back of Macro’s head. “Guess

Macro muttered, rubbing the back of his head

out–he was

sign

stare at Ella. “What’re you

together every bit of nerve to look him in the

answers, her heart pounding like crazy.

was flat, done. “You won’t see her for a bit.”

wide, confusion all over her

came to grab her,” Lorenzo

froze. She was totally lost.

there, her mind turning into

Stephanie was into the guy growing up with her. She’d never heard her mention

Shallow Bay Area looking like a battlefield–is that him too? The more Ella thought, the more her head spun.

stuck, clueless.

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out a cigarette, lit it

“I–1 can.” She

said, flicking her a quick look

blurted out, worry thick in

“fiancé” hit her like a

that back then, Chris was basically

more than just Sebastian backing her–big

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

taking a drag. “Not danger, exactly. She might catch

a twisted creep–he

gone,

eyes got watery at “catch some heat.” “What

she added, staring at Lorenzo, begging for some

head–to–head with anybody. Ella was scared she’d be too hardheaded and get hurt. Lorenzo wasn’t here to play babysitter. He walked off, his back a dark shape fading into

wind, tears streaking down and scratched his head.

That girl’s got people wrapped around her finger–her fiancé won’t touch her,” he said, throwing out some

Total dirtbag, Macro thought, lip

was just some old dude’s random promise, but he’d latched onto it–parading around Fiorenza, bragging that Stephanie was

two years, he’d chased her down with that excuse, loud and obnoxious about it.

• take him out, but Richard slipped away every time,

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to get under Sebastian’s skin–didn’t care

him. He just shrugged them

quiet. “But Stefi and Mr. Giovanni are already…”

no need to worry… Or you should feel sorry for yourself. Lorenzo holds grudges–you almost pulling his pants down? He’s going to get you back for that someday,”

shrank back, her heart thumping hard.

by the collar and

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