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“Answer the fucking question,” Rocco snarls, his lip pulling back as he glares at the old man. “Why?”
“She wanted to take the helm. She’s my daughter.”
“What about your son? Javier? The man has worked his way up your company. He started working for you at the age of sixteen. Why is he not taking the lead?” Elio questions.
“Melanie wanted it.”
I shake my head. “Bullshit. Lie again, Francis, and I’ll start pulling your teeth out,” I say with a wicked grin. “Now, why did you give that bitch the power?”
“Bitch?” Melanie hisses as she rises to her feet. “You do not call me a bitch,” she cries as she rushes toward me.
Now, I’m not one to raise my hand and hit a woman unless said woman is trying to kill me, but this bitch has pushed me to my fucking limit. I lift my hand and viciously backhand the cunt to the floor. She releases a horrified whimper and hits the floor with a thud.
“Now wait a damn minute,” Francis shouts as he moves toward his daughter. “You can’t hit a woman.”
“Wrong,” Rocco snarls. “He can do anything he damn well pleases when the bitch is trying to get him to sleep with her, just so she can trap him with a baby.”
Francis steps backward, his eyes wide as his mouth opens and closes. The man looks like a fucking damn fish. “What?”
Oh, he’s a shitty actor. “Whose idea was it?” I demand. “Answer me,” I yell as I step toward the bitch who’s lying on the floor, whimpering like a damn fool.
“Mine,” she cries, bringing her knees to her chest and curling into the fetal position. “I thought you were playing hard to get. Everyone knows that the Gallo men don’t settle down unless it’s out of obligation.”
My anger rises through me. Christ, this bitch. She’s fucking ballsy.
“You thought this shit was a good idea?” Rocco asks as he steps into Francis' space and goes face to face with him. “Answer me,” he says thickly, his voice not raised, his body tight. He’s about ready to kill him, and I’m hoping Francis does something that’ll have Roc reaching for his knife or gun.
“She was convinced that she was in love with him and vice versa. Do you have children, Rocco?”
“What’s that got to do with anything?” my brother snarls. “If I did, I’d ensure that they didn’t try to destroy someone’s life because they’re fucking crazy. Now, Francis, you’ve fucked up and you’ve done it majorly. Right now, I’m close to ending you and your daughter. So, you have a choice. You either have your son take over the business, and the Gallo’s will still do business with you, or you let this bitch continue to ruin everything you’ve worked your ass off for.”
He glances at his daughter, who’s crying softly on the floor. She knows her days are limited.
“Let me rephrase,” Rocco says with a chuckle. “Pick your life or your death. It’s that simple.”
“She’s my daughter,” he whispers, his eyes downcast, his shoulders slumped forward. He’s utterly defeated. “Am I supposed to let her die?”
I nod. “Yes, that’s exactly what you do. She’s dying today whether or not you want her to. This is her own doing. Had she not been a crazy fucking bitch who wanted to trap me by getting pregnant, then this wouldn’t have happened. Now, do you keep your business and let your son take the reins or do you die and let your business crumble to the ground?”
He looks down at his daughter, and his lips quiver. There are tears in his eyes. “You lied to me, Melanie. You could have ruined this family with your antics.”
Melanie gets to her feet, her tears streaming down her face, disbelief clear in her eyes. “No, Dad, you can’t let them do this. You can’t.”
Francis turns his back on her. “Rocco, I’ll have Javier call you in the morning. I know I don’t have any right, but I beg of you, please, don’t make her suffer in death,” he says, and I can hear the tears in his voice.
Christ, the man is crying. If my child went to destroy everything I’ve worked for, I certainly wouldn’t be shedding a fucking tear.
“It will be a quick death,” Rocco promises him.
Elio takes Melanie by the arm, drags her from the house, and throws her into the trunk of my car. I’m not sure what Rocco has planned but it certainly doesn’t sound like my type of vengeance. Since when did we promise a quick death for anyone?
“Please tell me we’re going to have some fun?” Elio asks once I start driving, and I hear the confusion in his voice. We don’t do this shit. We don’t allow anyone to have an easy death. We dish out whatever punishment fits the crime.
“She’s going into the Chicago River with a bullet between her eyes.”
I blink twice, trying to ease the anger I feel. “Why?”
“The man’s losing his daughter. We’re close to having a fucking war with the Russians, and you think we’re going to play with the dumb bitch?” he hisses. “Christ, Dario. Grow the fuck up.”
