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But how the fuck do I protect her from this?She fucked up. She just single-handedly killed two out of the five heads of the New York mafia.
As I guide my mother to one of the couches in the living room, I realize what this means for me.
My father is dead.
I’m his heir.
I’m now the boss.
Fuck, I was not ready for this. Did I want to find a way out of marrying Lana? Fuck yes. However, I did not want my father to fucking die as a result.
It’s irrational, but I want to fucking destroy something. I know I can’t harm the person responsible. But I will never forgive her for this either. Lana might as well be dead. Because to me, she fucking is.
“Somebody needs to fucking pay. Who the fuck thinks they can do this to us?” I get up and pace the room.
“T, I’m sorry. What do you need me to do?” Neo asks, standing in the doorway.
“Line up the fucking kitchen staff.Now!” I yell as I pick up a lamp and throw it across the room.
“On it, boss.” He pivots immediately and heads towards the back of the house.
Boss…He’s always joked about it. But this time it rings true. Fuck! I’m not ready for this shit. I was supposed to have years left, years of being the underboss, years of not being in charge of the whole fucking family.
“Mom, stay here. Don’t come into the kitchen.” I go to walk out.
“Theo, make them pay,” my mother says from behind me.
“I will.” By the time I get to the kitchen, Neo has all ten of the kitchen staff lined up against the pristine white cabinets. “Who the fuck served that food to my father?” I yell as I pull my gun from my waistband.
They each shake their heads. They know their time is limited. Not a single one of them will make it out of this kitchen alive. But I’ll let them think they have a chance.
“Someone better start fucking talking!” I aim slightly above their heads, emptying the magazine into the cabinets. Shards of broken glass rain down on them like open skies. Their screams seep into my veins. I fucking love their fear. I need this. I need to cause someone pain. And right now, it’s them. Reloading, I walk up to the first woman. “What’s your name, sweetheart?”
She cries out, “P-please don’t hurt me. I-I didn’t do anything.”
I fire at her knee, watching as she falls to the floor. Bending down, I grab hold of her ponytail and pick her face up to meet mine. “Wrong answer. I asked what your fucking name was!”
“T-T-Tina.”
“Tina, see? That wasn’t so fucking hard, was it, darling?” She shakes her head no. Tears are streaming down her cheeks. I have a slight moment of guilt? Or is it remorse? This woman probably had no idea what she was being used for. But that tiny flicker is gone in a heartbeat as I remember my old man foaming at the mouth. “You see, one of you served the food that killed my father. And not justmy father,but the Don of the Valentino family. Do you have any idea what you’ve done?”
Again, she gestures no.
“You wouldn’t.” I stand up, aim the end of the barrel directly at her head, and pull the trigger. I watch as the blood pools around her body before turning to face the nine remaining staff members. “Now, who’s next?” I ask, smiling at them. “No one? No volunteers? Huh, Neo, I thought at least one of them would want an easy way out.”
“Ah, T. Can I have a word?” Neo asks.
I look at him, but I’m enjoying this way too much to stop now. Opening the drawers, I search for an instrument before finding a small paring knife. I smile. “Not right now. I’m busy. I don’t care if I have to stay here all fucking night—if I have to watch you each go down one by fucking one—either way, you will all fucking pay.”
“Um, T, stop. This wasn’t their fault.” Lana, the last fucking person I need to see right now, enters the kitchen.
I turn and push her up against the cupboard. I press the small blade into the side of her neck. One little push, and I’ll have her carotid artery severed. She’ll bleed out in seconds. “Tell me, L, how’d you do it?” I whisper.
“I-I got something from my friend—Elena,” she stammers out. I know exactly whoher friendis: Elena Tarkhanov. Up until a few years ago, she was Elena Falcone. I always suspected she killed her own father and husband. She’s now married to fucking Konstantin, the head of the Bratva. The fucking Russians.
“What the fuck were you thinking, L?” I step back and pace the kitchen.
“I was thinking I didn’t want to end up married to your ass, Theo. It was either them, or me. And I chose me.”
