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Remo sneered thinking about his youngest remaining brother. For centuries Dario had hunted the streghe , believing that when he’d burned all of their bodies to ash, the curse would be broken.
    In five-hundred years, the fool had only managed to kill three of the thirteen women.
    Remo shook his head. Christ, how inept did you have to be to manage to kill only three women in five hundred years?
    Damn good thing Dario would never come to him for a job. Even though they were family, Remo didn’t need another screw-up on his staff. He had enough of those already.
    What he didn’t have was powerful magic.
    Parente had inherited the lion’s share of their father’s gift, leaving only crumbs for Remo and Dario.
    How the hell was he supposed to become a god among men if he didn’t have the power to back it up?
    For five hundred years, Remo had built an empire. Five hundred years to amass a fortune, manipulate world leaders, gather information. Five hundred years leading the Malandante from behind the scenes.
    But what good was all that if he was unable to wield true power himself?
    Remo felt his arus rise, like warm cognac flowing through his body. Lifting his fingers, he directed a stream of power down into the street below.
    And smiled when a taxi crashed into the Benz in front of it. The driver of the Benz jumped out of the car, arms waving, red-faced. The taxi driver barely paid him any attention as he reached for his phone.
    Damn, no blood.
    That was the problem. He wanted blood.
    He wanted the power to control the elements. He knew only one man who could.
    And Remo had decided he wanted that power. He was sick of waiting for the man to agree to work for him.
    He would take what he wanted.
    Even if that meant he had to enlist the aid of a real god.
    * * *
    Steven’s cell rang as he tossed clothes in a duffel bag, enough for the weekend.
    The digital display read Private Caller. He answered on the off-chance it was her.
    “Bella?”
    “Where the hell is she?”
    Steven knew that deep growl, though they hadn’t spoken for three years. “Cole! Dio , Cole—”
    “Where is she? Is she with you? You bastard, you promised you’d stay away from her.”
    Pain slashed into his chest like sharp claws but he kept his voice steady. “She’s not here.”
    There was a pause and Steven heard the man he loved like a brother take a deep breath, trying to control the temper that could overwhelm him if he wasn’t careful. And Cole had learned to be very careful.
    “Then where the hell is she?” Cole spoke each word carefully, as if they were trying to get away from him.
    Shit, Cole didn’t know where she was either.
    Not good.
    When he’d first read the note, his immediate reaction had been to call his best friend. For eight years after the death of Cole’s parents, they’d shared a room, their secrets, their lives. And then everything had gone to shit.
    Three fucking years.
    Anger started to creep into his spine. “I got a note in the mail today. ‘I need you. Please come.’ What the hell does that mean? What’s going on?”
    Cole sighed and Steven heard a wealth of frustration in the sound. “ Baciami il culo . I don’t know. She dropped off the radar a week ago and I haven’t heard from her since. I’ve tried to call her but I haven’t been able to get through to her cell and if she’s at the house, she’s not answering the phone. You were my last call.”
    Hurt sideswiped him even as fear took a bite out of his lungs. Three years ago, he would’ve been the first person Cole called.
    Of course, he hadn’t picked up the phone to call Cole in all that time either, so…
    Focus. No time for past bullshit now. “What do you mean, she disappeared?”
    “I mean, she hasn’t called and I haven’t been able to reach her. Why the hell would she get in touch with you? I’m her brother.”
    Steven’s back straightened at Cole’s tone. “I know that. You never let me forget.”
    Cole sighed again. “Shit. Shit .