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“Tell me, Stefano, did you truly believe we wouldn’t find out that you’re the one who killed Raul and Emiliano?”
His face pales at Rocco’s words. Christ… He truly believed he wasn’t going to get caught. What a fucking idiot. Leo takes a step backward. Does he think he’s clear? That we’d let him walk away without a word? Hell no.
Andrea is at the door, making sure no one escapes. If Leo does try to run, he’ll run into the consigliere of Rocco, and Andrea is not one to play around. He’ll hurt Leo before he brings him back to us.
“Boss, please—”
“Save it,” Rocco snarls. “I don’t want to hear your lies, nor do I want to hear your excuses. I already know that you’re to blame for their deaths, that you’re the one who set up their murders, that you set up the attack on the apartment, killing an innocent woman and injuring one of our men. We fucking know.”
Stefano pulls himself into a sitting position. Gone is the façade. He knows he’s been caught, and he’s now smirking. His leg is bleeding like a stuck pig, but the man doesn’t seem fazed by it at all. “She’s lucky.” He grins. “She’s fucking lucky that she’s alive. All those hits on her and she’s still standing. Don’t worry, Elio, we’ll get you your revenge. She’ll die and it’ll be painful.”
Rage boils inside of me. I want to get my hands on the bastard and kill him, but I can’t. Rocco’s the boss, and what he says goes. There are too many men around to disobey. If I do, it will be seen as disloyalty and disrespect.
"You'll never touch her,” I hiss. “You’ve tried and you’ve failed. Why the fuck are you going after my wife?”
He shakes his head. “She was in the wrong place at the wrong time. I had no idea who she was. No one did. Then one morning, Maria shows me the newspaper. You were getting married, and right there, the picture had the woman I had been looking for. Smiling and fucking happy.”
“So you knew she was mine and you still wanted to kill her?” I snarl. I knew this, but hearing the fucker say the words out loud just angers me even more.
He shrugs. “I had to do what I had to do. But no matter what, she just wouldn’t die. Someone was always around to protect her. That fucking Irish whore pulled her out of the way when I tried to run her down, and the stupid Irish mutt took the drink that was meant for her. Then there’s her friend… Such blind loyalty. If she had just fucking died, none of those people would have had to suffer for her.”
Rocco pulls the trigger once again. This time, the bullet hits his other knee. “Call my wife a whore again, Stefano, I fucking dare you,” he growls.
But the fucker doesn’t care. He knows he’s about to die, and he’s going to do so letting us know exactly what he thinks. “That whore has been through men, Rocco. She wasn’t pure. No, she was a fucking whore and you married her. The question is: who’s running the Famiglia. You or that bitch of a wife?”
Rocco smirks. “Jealousy is such an ugly look, Stefano. My wife isn’t a whore, and I couldn’t give a fuck who she’s been with before me. As long as there’s no one after. As for who’s running the Famiglia. That is me. It’s why your ass hasn’t been made a captain, nor will you ever be made one. You’re just a fucking wise guy.”
Stefano’s face reddens with anger. His cheeks flush as he clenches his jaw and sneers at Rocco. “You’re all going to get what’s coming to you. Mixing the fucking Famiglia with those whores… Bad enough you married the Irish, and then him marrying that fucking biker bitch.”
I crack my knuckles, my anger palpable. He’s pushing too fucking far now. I won’t tolerate him talking about Teagan like that.
“Why did you take out Raul? Hmm? Was he in the wrong place too?”
Stefano shakes his head. “I didn’t touch him. He agreed with me about that Irish bitch. Just like Leo and Alberto.”
“The fuck,” Leo hisses from behind me.
Stefano laughs. “If I’m going down, I’m taking you all down with me.”
“We already knew about Leo, Stefano. Why do you think the fucker’s standing beside us? He’s not one of the inner circle. He shouldn’t be here watching, but we want to show him what’s coming to him. As for Alberto, we knew that too. Niccolò’s currently getting him to talk.”
Stefano’s eyes widen. “You knew? How?”
It’s my turn to smile. “While you were skulking around my house, my wife was hiding and still managed to take pictures of you in our bedroom. Both of you.”
Rocco raises his gun. “You’ll die a traitor, Stefano. Everyone will know that you’re a piece of shit who can’t be trusted.” He pulls the trigger, and the bullet sinks between Stefano’s eyes.
“Boss,” Leo begins when Roc turns around to face him, the gun now pointed at him. “Please,” he pleads. “I didn’t—”
It’s bullshit. He knew exactly what he was doing. He fucking knew that if he got caught, he’d have to face the consequences. But men like him and Stefano, they’re so fucking delusional that they don’t think they’ll get caught, so when they do, they’re confused, wondering how this managed to happen. They were sloppy. We knew it was one of five people. It was only going to take a matter of time to uncover the truth.
Rocco nods to me, and I smirk. Good. It’s time to get this shit over and done with. As much as I’d like to take my time and let him feel the pain that Teagan’s felt, I need to get back to her. I reach for my gun and don’t even hesitate. My finger slides onto the trigger, and I pull it. The kickback is only slight, and I smirk when Leo’s eyes widen and stumbles backward. Blood blooms across his chest as he drops to the floor.
“Please,” he breathes. “My son—”
Dario stands over him, a smirk on his face. “Will grow up knowing his father is a traitor and betrayed the Famiglia. You’ve paid that price, Leo. You’ve got what’s coming to you. You, just as Stefano, will be shunned. You’re no longer a member of the Famiglia. You’ll die in disgrace.”
Dario lifts his head, his eyes filled with disappointment. “The fucker couldn’t last two minutes. What the fuck is with these bastards? None of them deserved to be a part of the organization.”
