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I knew the troubles and the numbers that kept falling in New York. Los Angeles wasn’t only targeting Miami, and while we were their main priority as I had Katia, I hadn’t lost soldiers compared to the Vitelli Syndicate.
I was playing smart, tactical, and without any hesitation. Mario was performing like the expected old boss. Behind time and stuck on how it should be. His ego killed his own.
If I didn’t believe Enzo would overthrow his father if he switched sides, I would target New York too. I had no trust in Mario Vitelli, or Enzo, but I did trust Enzo’s greed.
And Enzo’s greed will soon make my empire the largest and strongest in La Cosa Nostra.
Time was always running.
Soon, Mario’s time would be over.
“A broken vow?” Mario’s voice raised. “How can it be broken when myprincipessacontinues to bear my name?”
I held my words from giving away how his insolence for calling Katiahisprincess angered me. How his doubt of her becoming a Moretti created a wild desire to seek slaughter. How I felt pure malice ignite and destroy any sense of mercy inside, coursing through me like a venomous plague.
I breathed in deeply with a clenched jaw, and my grip tightened, holding on to my blood-thirsty demon.
How fucking dare he question Katia’s future?
She was mine.
“Careful, Vitelli. That sounds like a threat.”
“Does it?”
“Yes.”
“I guess I have a different way of asking about my daughter’s wedding date.”
No. He meant it, but he couldn’t say it out loud. Not while I still had one key witness that could destroy his syndicate, Davina. Katia was the piece that held the promises together. He knew it.
“You’ll get the invitation this week. Meanwhile, I suggest you up your defenses.”
Mario scoffed and added with arrogance, “I don’t need your advice.”
“Sounds to me like you do.” A smug smile shone as I said, “I need to go.Myfiancée is waiting for me in my room.”
Silence.
I hung up and walked back to the house in search of what had been in question—Katia.
My honors limit.
KATIA
Family lunch.What a strange thing to have. But as the dining room echoed with multiple conversations mingling in the air, the only one who thought it was strange was me. The only one unfamiliar to the normalcy of such a get-together.
“Try to keep your knife away from Arlo,” Lucca said as he met me at the bottom of the stairs with one hand stretched out for me to take.
His mood had taken a turn for the worse. From annoyance to utter cruelty. Lucca had tried to reign over my presence, but his shoulders were rigid, his jaw was tight, and his breathing was short. He was so far from control he didn’t even bother to hide it well.
I took his stiff hand, another sign of the turmoil he was under. Carefully, I said, “Tell yourbrotherto behave, not me.”
He didn’t appreciate my answer, and my smile widened.
“Katia,” he warned.
“You are wearing a suit,” I stated, moving the conversation along with our steps in hopes of easing his mood.
