“Nah.” I look up. “Huh?” Dante throws me a bored expression. “No, I won’t be contacting Fish and Wildlife. They are a bunch of tree-hugging hippies just like you—” “You can’t be serious?” “You’ve interfered with our building plans enough, don’t you think? If it was up to you, the whole of the Devil’s Coast would be a goddamn swamp.” Before I can bite back, there’s a loud crash from the patio. Dante leaps to his feet, hand brushing over the gun tucked in his waistband. Amelia shrieks and grabs her husband’s arm. At the far end of the table, Vittoria lets out a loud sigh, then turns back to her
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