Back then, he had been James. Skinny. Angry. Now he was Inferi. Violence had reshaped him.
"What do you want?"
"Shop has been quite busy today. I always knew you would do amazing things with the shop." Inferi smiled.
His gaze drifted over the walls. The light fixtures.
"Comes and goes," she replied.
She refused to let him see pride. Pride could be taxed. Pride could be taken.
"Well, I and your dad had a little deal on the side."
"My dad had no deal whatsoever with you, Inferi. I am absolutely sure of it." Vee asserted.
Inferi’s eyes darkened slightly. "You’d be surprised what your father was willing to do when money got tight."
A flicker of doubt crept in. She crushed it immediately.
"Since you are not ordering anything, please leave."
Everything happened quickly after that.
One second he was leaning lazily against the counter. The next, his hand shot out, fingers tangling brutally in her hair at the base of her skull. He yanked.
Her cheekbone slammed into the marble edge with a sickening crack. Pain exploded behind her eyes.
Gasps erupted from behind the counter.
Rosa screamed. Tony vaulted forward, rage lighting his face.
Vee lifted her hand sharply, palm out to stop them from coming any closer.
Her vision swam, but her arm did not tremble.
Inferi’s grip tightened, forcing her face sideways against the cold stone. His breath was hot and sour near her ear.
"Now listen to me, you little cunt!" Inferi leaned over her. "I will bring my package over here and you and your little minions there will have them sold. You hear me?"
Her heartbeat slowed instead of racing. Somewhere in the back of her mind, a colder instinct took over.
Vee said nothing. She stayed calm. A dangerous, dark part of her knew exactly what she should do. She only had to call Luca. One call. One sentence. He would not ask for proof. He would not ask for context. Inferi would be erased so efficiently that the block would pretend he had never existed.
And that dark part of her liked that.
It liked the idea of Inferi’s smirk wiped off his face permanently. It liked the thought of blood answering blood.
But she also knew what it would cause.
Mob war.
Inferi ran this strip. Luca owned districts. If one swallowed the other openly, the ripple would not stay contained. Innocent staff would be dragged into power struggles they never signed up for.
And she would become the reason.
Valentina would not be safe again.
So Vee swallowed that sick part of her that wanted a man dead just by breathing so close to her. She swallowed it like bile. Like poison she chose not to spit.
Inferi’s fingers drifted upward, brushing against the diamond pendant at her throat.
The necklace Luca had clasped around her neck just last night.
"That is a pretty necklace," he murmured. "Looks like this place has been doing alright for a while."
He chuckled.
The diamond rested against the hollow of her throat. Luca had told her it was for protection. At the time she had rolled her eyes.
Now she understood.
Inferi released her abruptly. The absence of his grip was almost jarring.
Then he spun the cash register toward him, the metal scraping loudly against the counter. He popped it open and scooped out the money.
He walked leisurely out of the shop, money folded in his fist, shoulders relaxed.
The bell chimed politely behind him.
Rosa rushed to her immediately, hands hovering over Vee’s face.



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