twenty-two.

Alessandro

I launch a dart at the board and a smile creeps onto my mouth. Bullseye again. Colt rolls his eyes. I don’t know why the guy bothers. He never beats me.

“Another round,” he says.

Shaking my head, I laugh. “Just give up. And hand over the cash.” I hold out my hand.

He shoves his hand in the pocket of his slacks and slams the money on my open palm. “As if you need it.”

Before each game, we bet on who will win. If not for his company keeping him afloat, he’d be swimming in debts like his parents. That might be an exaggeration, but if he doesn’t keep his shit together, he might actually lose everything.

“Another round,” he repeats, standing up from the chair next to me to retrieve the darts. I reach for my can of Coke and take a sip.

The door bursts open and Ethan charges in, heading straight toward me. His eyes yell nothing but rage. “Don’t you think you’re taking things a bit too far?”

I lower my can on the nearby table. “What are you talking about?”

“You really want her dead