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“There. Much better.” He winks before turning to stand with everyone else.
I face the families again and revel in their shock, knowing they’re familiar with at least a few of these people and are aware of just what they’re capable of. I look at the heirs of each house and wait until I hear the whistle behind me to continue, knowing she’s ready.
“After the shitty job you’ve all done, I’ve decided it’s time for a shake-up.”
“You can’t do that. You don’t have that kind of power,” Theodore snaps, even though he looks nervously at the men behind me.
I chuckle as I take a step closer, the sound dark, like thunder rolling in before a storm.
“I think you’ll find I’m the only person here with any kind of power. See, you’ve been so busy trying to one-up each other while hiding your dirty deeds that you’ve failed to see the bigger picture.”
“What is she talking about?” One of the others asks.
“Who the fuck knows.Skýlais talking shit,” Theodore mutters.
I reach for the odious man who is now sitting in the pew right in front of me and grab his hair, yanking his head down as I lift my knee. His nose erupts, but it doesn’t stop me from doing it again. I let him go, and as he drops to the floor, I smooth my hands down my robe. I look down and see a spot of blood on my new shoes, which just pisses me off. My eyes flash to the asshole rolling around on the floor in pain. Not only is he an awful father and a shitty husband, but now he is the ruiner of my shoes.
With a growl, I lift my foot and stomp it down on the asshole’s face, over and over, until I break out into a light sweat. He screams, but no one lifts a finger to help him, everyone moving as far away as they can without drawing attention to themselves. I bring my foot down one last time, my heel piercing his eye socket with a satisfying pop, cutting off his scream, leaving blissful silence in its wake.
I stare down at the now-dead man and realize my shoe is completely stuck, so I step out of it and kick off the other one, pouting.
“They were new,” I complain.
“I’ll buy you ten pairs for Christmas.” A familiar voice rings out behind me.
I turn and smile at Scope, who grins a little bloodthirsty.
“Now, where was I?”
“You have all the power,” Will prompts.
“That’s right, thank you.” I turn back to the families.
“You all know that the five families are only in power because the ruling families were gone. The Michelakis and Cirillo names are the only names that matter, right?”
“But you are a woman, and how do we know you are who you say you are?”
I cock my head and sigh. “Sorry, boys,” I warn the men behind me as I reach up and pull the strings that let the robe fall from my body, leaving me naked and my Santos brand on display.
“Holy fuck!” I hear grumbling behind me as I face down the lecherous men eyeing me with lust and trepidation.
“You know what this brand means. Know what that makes me.”
I bend and grab the robe, ignoring the groan behind me as I pull it back on.
“You might have been Santos’s wife, but you are not the heir. Calix is, and he cannot take the throne with a conviction—”
“Bullshit. I’ve read the book. I know the rules, so don’t try to lie to me, you pathetic weasel. Though it’s true that Calix is an heir, he’s not next in line. I am.”
“That’s not how it works.”
“King?”
King disappears and reappears a minute later, urging the governor through the door with a file in his hands.
“What the…?” George starts, taking the file from Mikal in stunned shock. George flips it open and pulls out an envelope before ripping it open. His eyes widen as he reads the paper inside.
“What is it?”
