NICK

My men and I race throughthe dark streets of Miami to get to my wife. Earlier, Ritchie had used the traffic cams to find the vehicle used in my wife's kidnapping.

Stone used a drone to follow the men to the airport. Once they reached the jet on the tarmac, Stone overheard on the Drone's listening device that the gunmen had mentioned arriving in Miami in two and a half hours.

We know Torrance has two properties in Miami. He wouldn't take Kinsley to his condo. As we get close to his estate, men flood the road on ATVs.

Hanging off the side of a jeep, I fire my AR-Fifteen.

"You all will die at the hands of the Pituccos, Magarellis, Espositos, and the Romanos," I chuckle. "This is the end of the Aiello mafia crime family," I roar.

Ezra maneuvers down the road like he's on one of his Navy Seal missions. It pays to have the best men on your team.

Catch's also ex-military. He hops out of a moving jeep and rolls into a wooded area. He's headed for a position in a tree. He'll pick off several of the Aiello men.

Bullets leave my rifle slamming into the skulls of Torrance's men. Their dead bodies fall to the ground. "I will clean out his entire fucking kingdom," I roar.

As we approach the property, I reach into the backseat and grab my rocket launcher.

I stare through the lens, aim at one of the large pillars on either side of the wrought-iron gate, and fire my shot. "Fire in the hole," evil laughter rumbles in my chest.

Torrance's wrought-iron gates fly open. Ezra and the rest of our men scatter around the perimeter.

"I need cover," I shout as I run toward the rear of the property.

"Dominic and I have your back," Dillon says. "Marco and Luca, have you covered from the east."

"Thanks," I yell out.

Bullets land near my feet as I run into the six-car garage.

I guess Torrance outsourced men to take out the four families. The four families are highly skilled.

Retrieving a Glock from my shoulder holster, I allow the rifle to comfortably hang on the sling against my back.

I point the muzzle into the door as I ease inside. Slowly, I walk toward the voices.

"Men like you think because you're all powerful you can steal sex from anyone you please. You can't," Kinsley bites out.

Stepping to the doorway, I say, "It's over, Kinsley. Baby, I'm here."

She points the Glock at Torrance's head. He smiles up at her from his position on the floor.

"One of his men shot Natalia," she spits.

My gaze moves to the right. Natalia's lying on the floor.

"I don't know where the gunman is," Kinsley says.

"Carl, are you here?" I shout.

A few minutes go by.

"Yes, I'm coming down," he announces.

Carl presses a gun against the back of the man's head. "I found him, boss," he was trying to escape through a window.

Torrance peeks over his shoulder. "What the fuck is going on? Carl works for me."

"Not for many years. You raped his best friend's sister. Carl hangs out with Luca's bodyguard, Ritchie. Who happens to be my cousin. Ritchie told me about his situation. I asked him to stay on the inside of your organization until we could get him out. Here I am." I grin and aim my gun at the man who shot my sister.

"Goodbye bitch," I say.

The bullet plows into the man's head and his body rolls down the stairs.

"Carl, Ritchie's out back," I say.

He smiles. "Thanks Nick. Make him suffer."

I grin. "Oh, I will."

Kinsley whacks Torrance across the face with the Glock. "You killed my sister-in-law." She cries.

I glance at my sister's body and sigh.

"Natalia, I can't believe you're still doing this," I say.

"Doing what?" Nico asks through the earbud.

"Natalia," I bite out.

She slowly sits up. "Fuck, Nick, you're no fun."

"Nico, she was playing dead," I tell him.

He laughs. "She hadn't done that since we were kids."

"I know." I shake my head.

"She played dead?" Torrance asks in disbelief.

I ignore that asshole.

"Kinsley, I'm sorry. Natalia probably wanted Torrance to think she was dead."

Natalia sighs. "Yeah. I did. He was so angry when he found out I was the one who killed her. My bullet-proof vest was struck. So I played dead until you got here."

I chuckle as I approach my wife and pull her into my arms. My fist rams into Torrance"s cheek.

His body hits the floor.

"Time for you to pay for all the shit you've put people through," I say before meeting my wife's gaze.

"Mrs. Pitucco, are you all right?" I ask.

She leans up and kisses my lips. "Now I am."