“Anyway, the woman DeAngelo had taken as a mate, her brother’s mate was from abroad, and he had killed her in that battle, too. So, her family came for revenge. They were powerful and bought out all the Rossi business shares. By hook or crook, they relentlessly began to isolate the Rossis from the other packs and the world. Then, when they were at their weakest, they killed them.”
It still wasn’t making sense.
“Alfonso barely escaped with his newfound mate. He came to England and set up here.”
“Then?” Rayhan asked.
“That’s it.” Raihana shrugged.
“There’s got to be more. Let’s say this pack was the Escarras, who came and sought revenge. Then what debt are they on about?” I shook my head.
“Unless, of course, the last of the Rossis, Alfonso Rossi, did something before he escaped? Or they wanted all the Rossis dead?” Kiara murmured thoughtfully. We fell silent, pondering over her words. It did seem like they were the only viable answers…
“So, we need to find out exactly what happened before Alfonso Rossi left for England,” Rayhan added.
“Yes. Although DeAngelo was an insane man, from the books and journals I did read, he was loved by Alfonso,” Raihana added.
“So now we find out exactly what happened then, and there’s only one way to do that shit,” I said, frowning deeply. “We go to Italy.”
More than He Seemed
Kiara
It was the day Enrique was leaving. The weather was cool, and although the sun was shining, it didn’t match the mood of the Rossi Mansion. Looking at him standing there with nothing but a small cross-body bag with some cash and a passport broke my heart. He was a child with his life ahead of him, but, seeing the empty look in his eyes, it was like he had given up on his life.
Kataleya stood hidden behind the front door. She didn’t say anything to him or try to meet him again, and he had said nothing to her. I could hear her stifled sobs as she peeped out through the crack, knowing that it was the last time she’d see him. I hated seeing her in pain too…
“Are you sure you don’t want the phone?” I asked, holding up the phone he had passed back to me.
“No, thank you, Queen Luna,” he replied, his eyes cold.
“He doesn’t fucking trust it,” Alejandro said, crouching down before the boy. “So, one of my men will take you to the airport, you get on the flight, and you’re in Puerto Rico. Are you sure you’ll be okay once you’re there?” I knew he wasn’t keen on sending a ten-year-old alone, but everything was prepared, and he’d be allowed onto the flight.
“Yes.” Alejandro exhaled in defeat and nodded.
“You’re a stubborn little fucker. Here’s my number, if ever you need it.” He handed him a black card and then held up a small velvet pouch. I heard Kataleya gasp from behind me and I wondered what happened. I was about to go check on her when Alejandro stood up. “Now, I don’t want to force you or anything, but if my girl gives you a damn gift, you keep it.” I looked at the small pouch in his hand, realising what he meant.
“I don’t want it,” Enrique replied coldly.
“You haven’t got a fucking choice, kid,” Alejandro growled, opening the boy’s bag and placing it inside. “Keep it.” I heard Kataleya’s footsteps retreating and looked at Enrique, who was frowning coldly at it.
“I will throw it away when I get to Puerto Rico,” he spat, turning away from us.
“Goodbye,” I said quietly, walking towards him. I placed my hand on his shoulder, but he pushed it off and hurried towards the waiting car, getting in and slamming the car door shut after him. “Enrique…”
“Let him go,” Alejandro said, quietly taking hold of my wrist. I looked up into his eyes before nodding as I watched the car drive off.
“I’ll go to Kataleya,” I replied softly, pulling away. My daughter was in pain. I hated how things had ended.
Hurrying inside, I went to find her, only to spot her in the lounge. Delsanra had her arms around her, stroking her head soothingly.
“It’s going to be okay, my little pot of cotton candy,” she comforted her.
I could tell she was barely able to sit up by herself. We needed to figure everything out fast. I walked over to them, and sat on the other side of Kataleya, who was crying into Delsanra’s lap.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered to her. I knew she was hurting, but I didn’t know what more to say…
“Kataleya, boys are dumb. Come on! Do you want to go play?” Skyla tried, coming over to her sister.
