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Enzo laughed, wiping the blood from his lip. “I was worried the night in the club was a fluke. But now I see—you are my son. You’ve tipped your hand, Drago. Don’t forget that.”
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Chapter Thirty-Eight
Alessandra cradled an unconscious Drake’s head in her lap. She stroked his cheek as her tears fell.
“Help! Someone help me!” she screamed.
“Miss Russo?” Russell approached. “I need you to come with me.”
He grabbed her arm, but she yanked it from his grasp. She put her hands back on Drake. She couldn’t leave him vulnerable in the open.
“No! I can’t leave Drake!”
“Miss Russo, please. Mr. Walker tasked me with keeping you safe.”
“Drake asked you?” She looked at her father’s guard in confusion.
“I don’t have time to explain. Drake will be all right; it’s not safe for you to be here.”
But she shook her head. “I won’t leave him behind.”
“Alessandra?”
“You!”
“Aren’t you happy to see your Papá?”
“You shot Drake!” she cried, flying at him in rage. “You shot my husband.”
“He was expendable, just a means to an end. You performed your role beautifully. You married the Prazza heir.”
“You knew?” she gasped.
“Of course, I knew. Enzo killed your whore of a mother because I promised you to his son. We blamed it on the Bratva and crippled them. It was no accident that Marcello got caught and Mr. Walker was the assigned prosecutor.”
“You had my mother killed? I thought you loved her.”
Tony’s laugh made her stomach churn. She almost threw up again. She’d been lied to her entire life.
“Political marriages strengthen families. Your mother lied about being a virgin. There was no blood on the sheets our wedding night. She slept with a fucking mick before our wedding and got knocked up. I knew that you weren’t mine when I saw the red hair and green eyes. Yet you became my burden. Marina paid for her betrayal. Now you’ll pay for yours.”
Anthony raised his gun and pointed it at her chest. She stood tall before him. Never again would she be afraid of this man who wasn’t even her father. Alessandra had her own family to protect. She drew strength from that.
He didn’t know Alessandra was armed beneath her dress. She had purposefully chosen a strapless dress with gathered fabric to conceal the handgun she had strapped around her waist. Her hand wrapped around the grip while he was speaking.
“Goodbye, Anthony. I hope you rot in hell.”
She ducked and spun so he wouldn’t get a shot on her, while simultaneously pulling her weapon. She squeezed the trigger without a second thought and watched his body twitch as her shot landed in his shoulder. She aimed lower and struck his abdomen. And lower still to the leg, which caused him to fall backward.
Tears freely flowed from Alessandra’s eyes as she was scooped up by a staunch man. She felt like a small child as Russell carried her from the chapel.
He quickly made his way through the rectory and didn’t stop until they came upon the president’s house across campus. She vomited again the moment her feet touched the ground.
She broke down the moment she saw Jerry and Noah and ran into Noah’s arms.
“Someone shot Drake,” she sobbed. “Please help him.”
