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“Look who wants to join the party!” I show tune and begin moving his arms back and forth as if he’s dancing.
“La De Da, Le Da,” I sing, and Luna smiles, covering her mouth with her gun to keep from laughing. It warms my heart to see her happy, to know that the fuckers that hurt her… are paying for it.
I kick him in the back and he falls to his chest.
“You’re a lousy date.” And I shoot them in the back of the head, killing him.
“You were a way better princess,” I tell Luna, giving her a wink.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Kieran throws his hands up like he doesn’t know what to do with me, his mouth parted, and I shrug in response. “Is that everyone?” Kieran asks, his face telling me he’s not impressed with my antics. Maybe I am going a little mad, but the insane occasion calls for it just like a ball calls for fancy ballgowns.
“There’s only Joba left. I didn’t kill him… all the way,” Luna tells us, and I can’t help the smile that crosses my face. She’s fucking beautiful. Her blonde curly hair splattered with blood, her chest polka dotted with crimson, and she holds that gun like a pro.
Knife still in my hand, I walk over to Joba, and he moans.
“Fuck, where’re his eyes. I don’t even know what I’m staring at,” I joke, shoving his head with my shoe.
“He’s the last one,” Luna informs. Holding the bloody knife out, the one I took from a guard that tried to cut me, she takes it.
“Make him hurt, Flower,” I tell her, and she swipes the knife from me.
Holding it above her head like the fucking Sword in the Stone, she strikes down into his chest with such a force I swear I hear a rib crack. He gasps, his body bucking off the floor before blood dribbles out of his mouth. At least I think that’s his mouth, his last breath gurgled before the reaper directs him to hell.
Looking around the place, it’s empty. The women are gone and every guard is dead. We did it. Stepping around the van, we find Gideon, our getaway driver waiting for us. Kieran slips into the front seat and Luna and I go into the back seat. Kieran turns in his seat and eyes me.
“What?” I prod.
“Romeo, I’ve never seen you like this. You’re always about not making people suffer,” he points out calmly, looking at me like he doesn’t know who I am.
Running my hand through my hair, I shrug, dropping my gun to the floorboard.
“Well, when their whole mission in life is to make people suffer, I guess it changes things.”
I look to my left and see Luna looking at me with a sparkle in her eye. I grab her face and kiss her like a fucking teenager. She kisses me back, her moans making me want to take her right here in the back seat.
“Jesus Christ. Take us back to the underpass, Gideon,” Kieran directs, and the car starts moving.
We arrive to my Navigator in about thirty minutes, and all of us get out.
Kieran looks at me like with that same vague look. Perhaps I have gone a little mad tonight but it’s the perfect event for it, don’t you think?
“Why didn’t you bring your men?” Luna asks, and I look to Kieran curious myself why he didn’t bring some men from his crew to help us tonight. Does he not trust them?
“Didn’t seem right to put them towards a personal job when I’ve just taken over.” he says cooly, not making eye contact. My eyes meet Luna’s, something not connecting. “You guys heading home now?”
“No, I need to pay Dad a visit,” I tell him, reloading my gun.
Kieran rubs his chin, but doesn’t say a word.
“What?” I snap.
“I should come with you,” he suggests.
Raising a brow, I glare at him.
“You have a crew, a crown, a fucking throne. This one is mine,” I growl, placing my gun in its holster.
“Well, tell Dad to tell Grandpa hi for me then.” He sighs and gets into his fancy as fuck car. Driving away, the underpass grows a little darker.
“You want my help?” Gideon offers.
A half-smile pulls at my face. “No, I can handle it,” I tell him.
This is an event that has been long overdue and me being off my medication seems to be the little push I need to make this happen.
Luna and I get into the Navigator and head back up to Manhattan. Dad has an office that he brings women to, only the DeAngelo crew know about. Going back through the city, I take a left and head down Third Avenue. Tall buildings and lights greet us, people out and about walking their dogs and riding their bicycles no matter if the sun is down. I park along the curb and get out. Rounding the car, I open Luna’s door and she steps out. I grab her hand and we go inside the building. The security guard looks at us with a weary look, but he’s on my father’s payroll and he knows me so he won’t press for questions, he looks the other way as if the wall is much more interesting. Crossing the giant lobby, and passing a grand piano, we hit the elevators. Inside it’s mirrored, and classical music plays. Luna steps up to the wall and starts wiping the blood away from her face. I think she looks fantastic in war paint myself.
