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“You’ll never get away with this,” I whisper, hoping to God that’s true.
He snickers again. “Do you really think that’s true? I got this far, didn’t I? I walked right in the front door and booked a hotel room. Right under their noses. I’ve been here for the last two days, and nobody suspects a thing.”
“This is just purely for revenge?” I’m on a roll now. “Doesn’t that seem kinda… petty?”
“Not when you’ve had a lifetime of being told you’re not good enough, and nothing that you do pleases your father. It may have seemed like it on the outside to everybody else, but my father had very little faith in my abilities. And when he told me he was going to make Angelo Don, I thought about killing him right then and there. But unlike him, my loyalty is to this family, not that they deserve it.”
“Do you really think you’re going to get away with blowing up the casino?” I stammer, unable to fathom his words.
“In the beginning, it was all about revenge. I wanted Angelo to suffer, much like I had through the years growing up. But then it became more about justice, and seeing what he was doing with the city just didn’t sit well with me. It never has. Sure, he may have the monopoly when it comes to drugs and guns and prostitution, but he doesn’t know what it takes to run a city like this. You can’t make friends with everybody. He forgets about the little guy, and he always has. Just like my father.”
I want to tell him that he sounds like a bitter, twisted, little boy. That no one will ever remember him, because he’s petty and pathetic, but I don’t say any of those things. I want to live. And I really have no idea what he might do with me if I say the wrong thing.
I know I mean something to the Medicis, but am I honestly family? Would Angelo sacrifice his family, his casino, and everything he holds dear just for me?
I don’t know the answer to that.
Fynn, on the other hand, yes. He’s not really the hero like in most love stories, he’s more like the villain.
The villain who burns the world to save you, whereas the hero would do the right thing and save everybody else. Not my Fynn.
He’s the man I always wanted. The father of my future children. The man I will never stop loving.
“What are you going to do?” I whisper.
He yanks me to his side, pushes me against the wall, holding me by the throat.
“I’m going to see how Fynn and your precious Angelo feel about you disappearing.”
Wait, what?
“What are you talking about?”
He smiles, and I realize the unhinged look in his eyes has probably always been there. But revenge and vengeance has made him bitter.
He’s nothing more than a madman.
And I can only hope, now that I’ve been gone a while, that somebody will notice I'm missing and have the foresight to try to chase me down any which way they can.
“Just another little game.” He bops me on the nose like this is funny for him.
“So you don’t have the guts to face them?” The words are out of my mouth before I can even stop them.
He flicks his eyes to mine, and his nostrils flair. “That is not very becoming of you, Sage,” he sing-songs. “I thought a well-bred girl like you would know better than that.”
He reaches into his pocket and produces a car key. Pressing it, the car next to us beeps, and the trunk pops open.
“Fuck you,” I spit.
He chuckles again. “We don’t have long. The guards will be back soon. Angelo does like to keep his casino very well secured, but I guess we’ll both find out if it’s bombproof.”
“What is it with you and bombs?” I snort. “Didn’t get your kicks the first time you tried to blow them up?”
“That was only to scare them” he tells me. “I wanted them to suffer. I wanted them to live in fear for once. Not knowing who I was, or when I was going to appear next was just the beginning. Then everything fell into place. It was like the city was calling to me, begging me to come and rule. It’s time for a change, and the city is about to get a big one.”
I shake my head, trying to claw at him, knowing it’s now or never. But when he steps back and pulls a gun, holding it to my forehead, I stop immediately.
“Jesus Christ, you really are crazy,” I whisper.
