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Dante My bullet pings off a metal shelf as Luca Lombardi ducks at the last moment, dragging El down with him. She yelps and tries to disentangle his fingers from her hair. My vision narrows to her, half-dressed on this filthy warehouse floor. She looks so vulnerable, nothing like the iron woman who tried to stand up to him moments ago. How dare he expose her like that, how dare he grope her with his f*****g gun like a piece of meat, how dare he threaten— Tony drags me down behind a table I didn’t realize he flipped over for cover. “Head in the game, asshole.” “f**k off.” I reload my gun. I don’t want to miss my shot on Luca because I emptied a chamber into a f*****g shelf. Tony slams me against the table. “Head in the game, or I’m dragging your ass outside and chaining you to the car u