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“As you can see, there’s a gun on your mother’s head and another on the woman you love,” he explains like we’re on a game show. “I’ll shoot one in the head in the next two minutes and allow the other to live another day.” He flicks his finger through the air to gesture back and forth between my mother and Gigi. “You choose who dies right now.”
My gaze pings from my mother to Gigi.
Gigi remains stone-faced, but the longer I stare at her, the more I see right through it. She knows the rules of this life—family over everything—and is scared I’ll break my promise to her.
But what my princess should remember is that she’s also my wife.
Do you choose your wife or mother in a situation like this?
My mother whimpers.
“Pick one,” Sonny shouts.
Savi moves so his gun still faces me.
Damien does the same, keeping his on Savi.
“If you or your little rottweiler pull your triggers,both of themwill die,” Sonny says. “Don’t be stupid, nephew.”
Fuck, I want to destroy him.
Annihilate his entire world.
Sonny, like most of us, doesn’t just find murder enjoyable. We love the psychological manipulation that comes with it. It’s like a drug, a high, a reminder that we carry no morals.
But unlike Sonny, I don’t kill innocent people.
“The Marchetti cunt or your whore mother. Pick now, Antonio.”
I can shoot Sonny.
But he’s right. If I do, his men will do the same with my mother or Gigi.
Or both.
I need to make the right move.
Sonny might like to play games, but I’m better at them.
Smarter.
Because I’m the motherfucking boss of the Lombardi family, and it’s time I make that known to every bastard here.
I raise my pistol, so it’s better pointed at his head.
I can already imagine the satisfaction I’ll feel when I see his brain matter splatter all over the walls.
“Antonio,” my mother cries out, all her confidence from earlier dissolved, “I’m your mother. That girl, she means nothing to you.”
“She means everything to me,” I bite out without taking my eyes off Sonny.
“And that’s why you’re too weak to lead,” Sonny taunts. “Me, on the other hand? I’ll kill anyone who gets in my way to be king. Wife, kid, anyone. Pick one, or I’ll hold down the Marchetti bitch and let my men fuck her until you make a decision.” He points toward Billy with his chin. “Let’s see if she feels as good as she looks.”
Gigi’s body goes tight, and I follow Sonny’s movements with my gun while he walks to her. She recoils when he rubs his fingers together before drifting them down her cheek while staring at me. My mother attempts to pull away from him, but he somehow manages to multitask, holding her still. He has too much confidence while lowering his hand toward Gigi’s chest.
And I lose my fucking shit.
It takes me a second since I don’t want to hit Gigi, and I pull the trigger.
