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“I don’t know, man. Go get in the car, I’ll be down in a second,” Renz mutters, sounding exhausted as hell. There’s a pause and then quiet footsteps make their way toward me.
Calm down, play dead, play dead.
“I wish we had more time with you, Little Flower. I’m sorry I didn’t get to say goodbye properly,” Eli whispers before a long, lingering kiss is pressed to my forehead. And then, he’s gone.
Two down, one to go.
My stomach clenches. This is really it? After we stayed up all night talking, I thought something had shifted. I thought this morning would go differently.
Renz walks toward the bed and pauses. He makes no move to come closer or speak. I try to keep my breathing even and shallow so it seems like I’m still asleep. Again, I don’t know why. It just feels like confronting him at this point is irrelevant and useless. Not to mention, I have no idea what I would say.
“I really thought this was going to be different. I wanted to keep you. But this just proved my theory correct. People like me don’t get to keep people like you.”
And with that, he’s gone.
My eyes spring open and without my fucking permission, a tear streams down my cheek.
I let three nameless men fuck, degrade, debase and use me last night.
But it wasn’t until this exact moment, that I truly felt dirty.
Epilogue
“Explain it to me again, what the fuck happened?” I shout as I slam my hand on my desk.
“Calm the fuck down, Renz. You may be New York’s new Mafia Don, but don’t forget who the fuck I am. I am your elder, your superior. I am the Don of the Italian Mafia in Vegas for fucks sake. I control more men than you, I hold more power than you. Show some goddamned respect, boy!” Matteo, my piece of shit uncle shouts.
His round face is red from his neck all the way up to his receding hairline and there are pulsing veins in his neck and forehead. I can’t stop staring at his face. He looks like a fucking tomato and I find myself wanting to flick the offending vein.
I fucking hate my family.
“If you’re so fucking powerful, oh mighty one, then why the fuck are youherein my fucking home, asking me for help?” I snarl as I drop down into my leatherback chair.
“Alright guys, just calm down. We aren’t going to solve shit if we’re fighting with each other,” Isaac, my cousin and second in command placates.
“Fuck off, Zac,” Matteo grunts, though he’s lost a lot of his previous rage. He sighs and plants his overgrown ass into one of the club chairs opposite my desk. He has to wiggle to fit and I’m still not sure the arms aren’t going to pop off.
My uncle never does anything in moderation. He’s an over-indulger, a glutton. For everything. Pussy, booze, food, drugs, money, gambling. It’s no wonder he’s gotten himself in such a fucked up situation.
“Did you call Gage?” Matteo murmurs from behind his glass of cognac.
I nod and settle back into my chair. I tip my head, leaning on the headrest and looking at the swirl patterns on my metal corrugated ceiling. It’s gold and opulent looking and I hate it. I hate this entire office. It was my father’s and it screams rich bastard who has zero taste. I want to blow the entire building up.
What I wouldn’t do to be back in my little kitten’s bed right now. Leaving her yesterday morning fucking sucked way more than I could have ever imagined leaving a woman could. There’s an ache in my chest that I refuse to acknowledge. I’m so fucking pissed off at myself for being too much of a coward to wake her up and say goodbye. I’d like to say it’s because there wasn’t any time but that’s a fucking lie.
I couldn’t say shit because I didn’t know what to say. The words that wanted to come out of my mouth are words that I couldn’t say. Wouldn’t say. I wanted to beg her to join our world. To join my world, my life, my bed. To be my pet, my fuck toy, my friend. My woman.
But I couldn’t say that shit, could I? No. Because look at my life. It’s a goddamned shithole of catastrophes and death.
“Yep. He said the same thing I said. It was his father with a bunch of low-life Diablo soldiers. Gage and Maddox are in Napa on an errand Augustus sent them on and Nyxon and Stone are in Southern California, also on an errand at Augustus’ command. Seems Papa Luna got his four top-ranking soldiers out of the way for this coup.”
That’s stating it mildly. When I called Gage and told him about the attack at the Vegas compound, he flipped his shit. Lost his ever-loving mind. If things here weren’t such a disaster, I may have laughed. He and his brothers had no fucking clue what Gus was planning but from what I know, which is quite a bit, there is so much dissension in their ranks and family, Gus tends to keep his plans to himself. He’s more of an act now, explain later kind of man. Not that he has to explain shit to his son, but I know that Gus does rely heavily on the four brothers.
Too bad they are also plotting a massive coup against him. See what I mean? Dissension everywhere.
But regardless, I believe that Gage and the other three men had nothing to do with it. They have been unbelievably helpful to me in my time of need. After meeting them a few years back at a weapons meet in Vegas, we hit it off. Bonded over scotch and tales of our fucked up fathers and eventually made plans of mutual patricide. They helped me take my piece of shit sperm donor out last month, and now we’re helping them do the same.
Sometimes, a change in leadership is necessary. And if we waited for life to do its thing and take these men out naturally, things would get so much worse. A lot of people would be destroyed in the meantime. So, we’re helping the cause along. Seems we may need to step up our timeline with Gage’s father, Gus Luna though.
