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“I gave her to Marty. Told her to get Brooklyn away from here. They’re safe. I called Pete,” Giovanni informs him, his voice laced with sorrow.
Pushing off the ground now that only my sister’s arms are wrapped around me, I stand, pulling her up with me. “Sienna,” I say in a low tone, forcing myself not to move. “Let go. I’m not going to hurt you, but if I have to, I will pull you off me. You know I can, so step the fuck away now.”
She’s pregnant, and in my state of mind, I can’t lose so much control that my little sister gets hurt. I could have gotten out of their hold on me, but even with my hate-fueled rage, I could not harm Si or Sasha. That could have easily happened had I pushed through them to get to Ciera.
“Please, Domenico,” she begs. “Don’t dishonor his memory by hurting her. She doesn’t deserve that. She isn’t one of them the way you see her as. She isn’t our enemy.”
Looking down to my right side, I say, “You’re wrong. The same blood that runs through the scum that killed our father courses through her. He’s dead, Sienna. Fucking dead. She’s one of them.”
“You’re wrong on this. So very wrong. Just trust me, Dom. Don’t be another person that hurts her,” she says, more urgent than her previous pleas. If I were in the right state of mind, I’d weigh her words and find out exactly why she’s trying so hard to save a girl who’s living on borrowed time.
The best man I’ve known and will ever know is gone. Why should she get to breathe when he no longer does?
A vise-like grip grabs hold of my heart, squeezing me, but I ignore that too as I shrug Sienna off and pivot.
“Domenico,” Carmine, one of my father’s captains, calls my name in a tone that should have me putting him in his place, but I ignore him instead. I’ve never liked him, never respected him. I’m certainly not about to start today. He and Rocco came to the wedding together with their wives.
Stepping past my sister and brother, I shove Matteo out of my way and go to do the same to Giovanni when he plants his hand flat against the center of my chest, halting the only mission I’m set on completing tonight. “You aren’t leaving.”
“It would be wise to get out of my way,” I warn.
“You’re the boss now, Domenico. You have a mess to clean up here before you deal with anything or anyone else. You’ve just stepped into Tony’s shoes. Don’t fuck it up.”
With those words, he sidesteps me, heading to where my dad lies on the ground behind me. I can’t turn around. I can’t look at what I’ll never get back if I’m going to keep myself from breaking down. My anger is all that’s keeping me on my feet, fueling me in a way nothing else can.
Sirens sound in the distance, the noise getting louder the closer they get. If I stay here, I’m liable to be arrested, though it was justified to save another life. An arrest is likely, even for processing while the police investigate. Krishna and I both shot Cormac. Both shots were fatal wounds.
But if I leave now, I know I’ll head straight to K’s condo.
Fuck it.
“Ren, Sienna,” I call out. They’re both at my sides within seconds. I eye my sister, then my brother. “You’re in charge,” I tell him. “But don’t do anything without Si agreeing.”
“Dom,” Sienna says, her voice heartbroken and exhausted. “Please don’t kill her. Enough blood has been spilled tonight. Dad saved her for a reason. Deep down, you know that too.”
“Dad isn’t fucking here, is he? It’s my turn to call the shots, so whatever happens, happens, and every one of us will live with it.”
“Goddamn you,” she seethes before shaking her head and turning away from me, storming off.
“Sienna is right,” Ren says. “Just know that before you do whatever you’re leaving to do, brother.”
They’re wrong.
Enough blood will not have been spilled until every last one of them are in the ground and even that won’t be enough.
They’re all going to pay for taking his life. Every fucking one of them.
It’ll be me that snuffs the light out of their eyes, but none of them will have a quick death. No, they don’t deserve one second of mercy.
My inner monster is ready to come out. He wants to paint every surface of the city red. And he may very well do it.
CHAPTER 24
KRISHNA
Antonio Caputo is dead.
A boss was murdered.
