Chapter 73 The Triplets Pregnancy

Aryana Joy Santini POV

“Rocky, please!” He begged once more as I grabbed him by the neck.

A movement on the left caught my eye. Craig was there, and he gave me a nod. I knew that meant all of Bernardino’s bodyguards had been taken care of.

I was free to shoot the prick who had made our lives miserable. Who’d threatened Aryana. And who’d been a shame to his family’s name.

But instead, I stuffed my gun in my waistband. Then I dragged the squealing, naked man past the pool. Across the patio. And over to the ledge at the edge of the building. Hoisting him high up in the air, I smiled at him. “Any last words?”

“Go to hell,” Bernardino choked out in the weakest voice ever.

“Drop him,” Craig growled, his hand cupping the grip of the gun on his waist. “Drop that motherfucker or I’ll blow his fucking brains out.”

I flung the little man out into the open air.

A deafening scream ripped through the night as I strode away, not even looking back.

From far below, there was a dull thud and the sound