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“If there’s any change in my wife’s condition, you call me. I’m keeping you personally responsible.”
“My shift ends at ten,” she calls after me as I walk through the doors.
My driver pulls up at the entrance. I get into the back of the car and just sit for a moment, thinking things through.
I sent Marziale a message when I eliminated his spy. His response was to retaliate by targeting my wife and the children living under my roof. He didn’t care whether the kids lived or died. He paid those incompetent motherfuckers to do the job because the outcome didn’t matter to him. All that mattered was Sabella. He wanted to hit me where he knew he’d cause the most damage. He would’ve taken his best men with him to fight the battle that truly counted. He knew my wife is my biggest weakness, and the only way he could know that is if Daisy told him. I made my feelings about Sabella crystal clear when I gatecrashed her wedding and dragged her off to Corsica. My tireless and violent pursuit of her is enough to tell anyone how much she means to me.
She’s everything.
She’s the reason I fight, live, and survive.
Like the rest of Sabella’s family, Daisy was aware of the events that transpired in South Africa. Like everyone else familiar with our history, she knew Sabella was my obsession. Then she came to my house with her nose to the ground like a hound sniffing for blood and discovered Sabella and I didn’t live together. When I rejected her proposal, she went to my uncles and saw her chance when she discovered they weren’t loyal. I’m willing to bet every penny I own that’s the call she made straight after walking through my door.
My uncles were already scheming to get rid of my wife. Knowing I’d kill them if they laid a finger on her, they needed to convince me to do it myself. That was why they paid Hugo to feed me false information. I already doubted Sabella. It wasn’t difficult to manipulate me into believing the lie. They counted on me to put a bullet through her head. I made how much I cared about her as plain as day. They knew killing her would floor me like nothing else. They hoped to hit me when I was at my weakest and to cover it up as a police raid.
Only, I didn’t kill Sabella. I never would. No matter what she did. My uncles needed someone else to take care of the task. Then Daisy showed up, and they saw their opportunity. So they made a deal with Marziale. They slipped him my wife’s location. He’d go in and do the dirty work. With the help of his army, they’d get rid of me while my defenses were down.
Uncle Enzo knew. He knew what Sabella’s fate would be. He could’ve easily stopped it. Yet all day, he didn’t say a word. Why? Because he still hoped their plan would work out. He still believed Marziale would save the day and that Gianni would escape the death sentence I reserve for traitors.
Only, Marziale isn’t a team player. He’s a greedy bastard who works alone. That way, he doesn’t have to divide the spoils. Too bad he got to Daisy before I did. Maybe Laura was aware of Daisy’s plans. Maybe not. Either way, she was a witness. Collateral damage. He ordered his man to finish them quickly.
He wasn’t so lenient with my wife. He wanted to give her a slow and violent death. It always sends a stronger message. He wants a fight? He picked the wrong fucking battlefield.
This isn’t war.
It’s going to be a massacre.
The feelings tearing me apart will have to wait. Survival comes first. Always. I have a responsibility to my wife and my family. I can’t go back in time and fix the unspeakable deeds that can’t be undone, but I can give Sabella vengeance.
“What’s going on?” my uncle asks. “Your men refused to tell me anything.”
Goddamn, I want to plant my fist in his face so badly. His mere presence is an offense. I want nothing more than to put a bullet in his brain, but I need him for the strategy I’m working out in my head.
“Who’s in the hospital?” he asks. “Are you just going to keep me in the dark?”
I face him squarely. “Who gave Sabella’s location to Marziale?”
He opens and closes his mouth like a fish out of water.
“Was it you or Nico?”
I can’t even bring myself to call him my uncle any longer. He’s no family of mine. None of them are. Nico won’t be buried, neither on the family plot nor in an unmarked grave in the city cemetery. No, his body is already shark food.
“Angelo,” Enzo says, his tone beseeching.
My voice is harsh, every word measured. “Stop fucking saying my name.”
He nods a couple of times, his gaze turning closed-off. “It was Nico.”
I clench my hands hard, cracking my knuckles. “Did he give the information to Marziale himself?”
“I can’t say for sure.” He shrugs. “Nico said he’d take care of it.”
“Then it was Nico or Toma.”
“You have to understand. This is what your father wanted.”
“That you stab me in the back?”
