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“You don’t need to explain that to me. I understand. It all happened so quickly. I’m just sorry you were hurt in the process of all of that. He never intended for that,” he says breaking me a little more.
“I know. I should have been stronger back then, but I can tell you that I will never be that weak again.”
“You weren’t weak. You’re young, Eva. No one can fault you for that.”
“I was weak. I wasn’t ready for the life that he threw at me. I worked hard to get away from it all and now I’m stuck, Vin. I have to face my father, his father. I have to make this right. I can’t let his death be for nothing.”
“And we will make it right. We have men. This place is off everyone’s radar. We will make it right, Eva,” The look in his eyes tells me he’s serious about this. I never wanted to go to war as much as I do now. I’ve never wanted to taste vengeance on the tip of my tongue, but what they did to Dom is wrong and I will do everything in my power to ruin them.
27
“Mrs. Dameco.” I look up from the computer when I hear someone call to me. That’s when I see Roni, one of Dom’s men.
“What?”
“The shipments are here. I had them loaded into the basement for now,” he says as I nod my head.
“Don’t call me that anymore. I’m Eva.”
“Why not use his name? You’re a Dameco now.”
“That might be true but it feels wrong without him here.” Roni nods his head understanding me. He walks into the office, my husbands office and sits in the chair in front of the desk.
“I used to come in here at nights when I couldn’t sleep. Dom was always sitting right there,” he says nodding toward the chair I currently sit in.
“It’s strange isn’t it?”
“Very much so. You’re not that only one that misses him, Eva. We all do.” I think that’s the part that I haven’t dealt with much. I keep thinking of my own pain, but I haven’t thought of theirs.
“I know you do. I’m sorry I haven’t taken that into consideration either. It was rude of me.”
“No, you’re grieving. It’s understandable. Just know that we’re all here for you.”
“Thank you, Roni.”
“You want to see the weapons?” I nod my head and shove out of the chair, following behind Roni as he leads me to the basement. There are four crates lined up against the far wall. Each one contains weapons I will use to kill anyone that stands in the way of what I’m doing. I watch as Roni pries the top off one and then motions for me to come closer. I walk over and take in the guns, the weapons that will be used to kill.
“I want my father dead first,” I tell Roni.
“You’re in control here, Eva. We’re just following your lead,” he tells me. My head snaps up and my eyes lock with his. I’m in control.
“Then he dies first. We will need to make arrangements to go back to New York.”
“Vincent can make those arrangements for you. I’ll take care of everything as far as weapons go.”
“Thank you. I know you didn’t sign up for this war,” I tell him truthfully.
“Dom was one of my best friends. I would do anything for him, Eva. Even go to war.” I nod my head as I turn on my heel and walk back toward the steps. My heads in a fog and there’s nothing I can to stop it from creeping in. I know what needs to be done, I’ve been training for it for months. Taking down the boss of two different families isn’t going to be an easy feat. My father will be the easiest. I will go home and pretend I didn’t know a thing. I will kill him with pride in my heart. I will end his life the way he was trying to end mine.
My head is lowered, a headache forming behind my eyes as I walk up the steps and slam into someone. Hands come down on my shoulders before I look up and realize it’s Vin.
“You okay?”
“I’m actually not feeling so well. I think I’m going to lay down for a while.” Before I can say anything further, Vin lifts me in his arms and carries me up the stairs.
“I can walk.”
“You’ve been working yourself too hard, Eva. It’s not good on your body and mind. It takes a toll on you,” he says ignoring my words. He walks down the hall and straight into Dom’s room where he lays me on the bed. I watch him move through the room as if he’s been in it a million times before before he comes back out with a wet rag. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he places the rag on my forehead and smiles.
