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I’m in a real dilemma here, to respect her wishes and fuck him up within an inch of his life and send him packing… or end his pitiful life and throw him to the fishes.
But if she asks me if I killed him, I’d have to lie.
I’ve never lied to her before.
He can’t go unpunished.
Angelo looks at me. “Are you thinking about letting him live?” he asks, as if reading my mind.
“I don’t know what to do with him,” I say honestly. “Sage doesn't want me to kill him.”
“With all due respect, she should have thought about that before she called you.”
I glance at him as we head to the car. “That’s what I told her.”
“This is exactly why the Medicis own this city,” he says. “Because we get shit done and know how to take out the trash.”
“You’re not wrong there.”
“Let’s eat, then head to the warehouse. Our guys should have him by then, and with any luck, they’ll keep him breathing.”
The warehouse is a building we own near the wharf, where Angelo and Uncle Mario, the mafia don, conduct all of their dirty business, like interrogation and disposing of traitors and assholes. There ain’t nothing pretty about this place.
“Sounds like I plan.” I rub my chin, not knowing what to do. And that’s strange in itself because I always know what to do, and I usually have some kind of plan.
Maybe I’m too close to her to see sense.
I know I want justice for her, but what that looks like right now remains to be seen.
3
SAGE
Time seemsto spiral out of control and runs in slow motion at the same time.
Maybe it’s all in my head, but that’s how it feels from the moment Fynn picked me up at the place I used to call home, to the moment I’m leaving the hospital.
I can’t even believe I’m here like this, bloodied and bruised and my head so full of images of the last twenty-four hours, I feel like it may fly off at any moment.
The external wounds will heal with time, but the scars will remain forever.
But then there’s him: Fynn. My ray of sunshine. The one who got away.
When my parents see me, I burst into tears all over again.
“Sage, oh my God.” My mom rushes into my arms, shaking as my dad stands and stares at me. “My baby…”
I don’t know if I have any tears left, but seeing my parents' faces is hard to stomach. I know it looks bad, and it damn well feels bad, even with painkillers.
“Did Cameron do this to you?” Dad doesn’t even move.
I nod. “Yes.”
He shakes his head. “He will pay.”
He sounds like one of the Medicis, yet my dad is a local GP, a standout citizen who follows the rules, and the man I look up to. He’s got nothing to do with the mafioso. But I’m his princess, and I know this can’t be easy for him, seeing me like this.
“I’m so glad you’re here,” I whisper as mom can’t tear herself away from my arms.
