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.

from the gun in his hand, the air stinging with

his rich–boy act, tucking his piece

to Elliot–they’ve got enough muscle. We’re solid here., Macro mumbled under

slid his gun back and glanced

and he turned–locking eyes with Ella as she climbed out of

didn’t have time for weirdness. Fear choked

the ground, bright and

flick, red soaking into white like some messed–up

shaky lips opened, but nothing came

stared at Lorenzo, her heart pounding so hard

long legs eating up the distance. “Back already? Didn’t get what you wanted last

blanked. Her brain couldn’t process his words.

Lorenzo’s brow furrowed.

and whacked the back of Macro’s head.

muttered, rubbing the back of his head

near wiped him out–he was still huffing, working the kink out of his

well sign

a cold stare at Ella.

Ella scraped together every bit of nerve to look him in the eye, her voice shaky.

answers, her heart pounding like

“You won’t see

confusion all over

grab her,” Lorenzo

brain froze. She was

Who? When?” She stood there, her

up with her. She’d never heard her mention of

looking like a battlefield–is that him too?

was stuck, clueless.

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a cigarette, lit it up.

can.” She nodded, legs still wobbly.

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

blurted out, worry thick in her voice.

“fiancé” hit her like

that back then, Chris was basically a clown.

out that Stephanie had more than just

a lightweight–thinking of that, panic started

taking a drag. “Not

twisted creep–he knew

finally gone, no

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

hell,” she added, staring

anybody. Ella was scared she’d be too hardheaded and get hurt. Lorenzo wasn’t here to play babysitter. He

tears streaking down and scratched his

around her finger–her fiancé

Total dirtbag, Macro thought, lip

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

her down with that excuse, loud and obnoxious

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like he lived to get under Sebastian’s skin–didn’t care about the Casalini family

him. He just shrugged them

quiet. “But Stefi and Mr. Giovanni are

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

her heart thumping

Macro by the collar and hauling him off like a

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