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

his rich–boy act,

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

gun back and

eyes with Ella as she climbed

choked her up, hier

on the

it was like a horror flick, red soaking into white

opened, but nothing came out–just

at Lorenzo, her heart pounding so hard it might break a

eating up the distance. “Back

blanked. Her brain couldn’t process his

Lorenzo’s brow furrowed.

he stepped up and whacked the back of Macro’s head. “Guess Sebastian went soft on you–no weighted

sneaky jerk,” Macro muttered, rubbing

had damn near wiped him out–he was still huffing, working

as well sign his death warrant.

cold stare at

Stefi. She…” Ella scraped together every bit of nerve to look him in

heart pounding like

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

eyes popped wide, confusion all over

Lorenzo said low,

She was totally lost.

Who? When?” She stood there, her

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

like a battlefield–is that him too? The more Ella thought, the more

was stuck,

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lit it up. “Can you

She

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

blurted out, worry

word “fiancé” hit her like

realized that back then, Chris was basically a clown.

out that Stephanie had more than

Shallow Bay Area into this mess wasn’t a lightweight–thinking of

it over, taking a drag. “Not

twisted creep–he

Sebastian finally gone, no one knew what that slimeball might

tight. Ella’s eyes got watery

added, staring at Lorenzo, begging for some comfort.

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

Ella trembling in the wind, tears streaking down and scratched

That girl’s got people wrapped around her finger–her fiancé won’t touch her,”

Macro thought,

random promise, but he’d latched

years, he’d chased her down with that excuse, loud and

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

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

He just shrugged

her voice quiet. “But Stefi and

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,” Macro said

back, her heart thumping

started walking away but spun around, snagging Macro by the collar and hauling him off like a limp

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