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“Here’s hoping. I’ll see you in ten, yeah?”
I stand there motionless as he lets himself into his flat, leaving me standing alone in the hallway.
The need to go after Brianna burns through me, but Alex is right. There’s time later for that.
Right now, I need to focus on tonight, on getting the revenge I’ve been craving since the moment my eyes landed on Dad’s lifeless body.
The second I walk into my bedroom, pull my wardrobe open and stare at the black suits staring back at me, something settles within me. I forget about everything in my life apart from the task I’ve been set for tonight, and the only thing I can see is that motherfucker’s smug face. The next time I stare into his eyes while my gun is pressed against his temple, he won’t be so fucking happy with himself.
I dress on autopilot, my years of training taking over. The final thing I reach for in the wardrobe is my tie. Well, it’s not my tie; it’s Dad’s. It’s one of the few things I took from the house when Mum was too busy soaking up everyone’s sympathy. It’s stupid really, but wearing something of his as I go into battle makes me feel closer to him. Like he’s here with us, urging us on. His cufflinks are the last thing I add to my uniform. They’re silver with the Cirillo emblem engraved onto the flat square with shining gold gemstones.
I lower my arm after I’ve secured the second one and suck in a deep breath before looking up at myself in the mirror.
I stare deep into my eyes, trying to find anything that reminds me of him, something that can give me the extra strength I need right now.
“Give ’em hell, Son.”
I hear his voice as if he’s standing right behind me. They’re words he said to me over and over again as I was growing up, as he was training me. But I’ve never needed to hear them quite as much as I do now.
“This is for you, Dad,” I say before dipping my head and turning away from the mirror.
The others are going to be waiting, and I have no intention of letting anyone down tonight. Or ever again, if I can help it.
As I step out of my flat, Theo and Emmie also emerge from theirs. He’s dressed like me, ready for battle. And while Emmie might also be head to toe in black, she hasn’t attempted to cover the irritation written all over her face.
I get that they’re pissed. I do. But also, there’s no way in hell that any of them are going anywhere near any Italians tonight. My boys need their girls when this is all over. Hell, I need mine, too, but something tells me I’m going to have to keep dreaming there.
Disappointment sinks into the pit of my stomach as I think about all my boys being welcomed home after this to open arms and the promise of endless pleasure for what they’ve endured to keep them safe. Then there will be me, heading home alone to a cold, empty bed. Fucking great. The only bright side to that is that Alex will probably have the same experience, although, knowing him, he’ll head out to find a willing woman to lose himself in. Something that I’d have thrown myself head first into in the past. But now, I couldn’t think of anything worse.
Emmie offers me a terse smile as the two of them pass me, Theo carrying her bag. Something that has probably pissed her off even more. I can almost hear the argument they had over it only minutes ago.
The air is tense as fuck as we step into the lift and descend through the building, and it doesn’t get better as we spill out and find the others waiting for us.
“Cars are waiting outside to take you to the hotel. No matter what happens, you do not leave until one of us comes to get you. You do not answer the door, you do not contact anyone. In fact, turn your phones off right now,” Theo demands coldly.
Anyone outside of this group would think he doesn’t care, but that is far from the truth. The set of his shoulders and the tightness of his jaw tells a very different story.
“We need to know that you’re locked up safe. Do whatever you want within that room, but do not step a foot outside.”
“Jeez, we got it, Dad,” Emmie mutters.
He pins her with a look that would make others cower, but not Emmie Ramsey. The Cirillo and Reapers’ blood that runs through her means she cowers to no one. Especially not her husband.
“I think you’ll find it’s Daddy to you, and you’ll do as you’re told.”
“Fuck, I think I just came,” Stella groans before a shriek of shock rips from her throat as Seb twists his fingers in her silver hair and drags her head back so she has no choice but to look at him.
“The cars are waiting,” I state before they start going at it like animals. “Cal, be a good girl and lead the way.”
My sister’s brows lift in shock, but she keeps her mouth shut wisely. Daemon doesn’t, although thankfully, whatever he says that makes her blush like a sailor is whispered so quietly I miss it.
After a few more seconds of PDA than any single and desperate guy needs to witness, the girls finally leave the building and slide into the two cars waiting for them.
The guys watch them with longing in their eyes. But the second the cars drive off and they all turn toward where Alex and I are impatiently waiting, their faces show nothing but pure determination.
“Daemon, go and get your team set up and in position,” Theo demands. “The rest of you, let’s fucking go. We’ve got blood to spill.”
He takes off in the direction of the stairs that lead down to the underground garage, giving Seb, Alex, Toby and I little choice but to follow.
