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I fought a flinch at the savage tone and jerked my gaze to the pale splotches on the walls. They were bare now, bare as far as your eyes could see, because without her the house was fucking barren.
Max and Julius moved, each grasping a leg of the fat fuck, and dragged the body along the hallway, leaving a goddamn mess in their wake. I stared at that mess, stared until the red blurred against the marble white.
“I want my fucking money and I want it now.”
My pulse stuttered. Hate welled in my gut.
We were going to war, the kind of war that wasn't just going to shake the Commission, but would break it. Those stark walls called to me, stark and bare and void of life.Just like we were void of life.
“Get me someone else,” my father snapped. “Get me someoneto fucking kill!Someone who knows something!”
His roar was deafening. But I didn’t flinch at the tone. To flinch would show weakness, and that was one thing a Salvatore wouldn’t allow.
Fin, honey…mom’s voice lingered in my mind. If I lifted my gaze and found those blotches, would I see her face? I wanted to say yes…but I didn’t think so. Now when I thought of her, half of her head was missing.
“I’ll find them,” I answered. “I’ll find them all.”
“You fucking better or you’re no son of mine.”
Hate seethed and writhed in my belly. I was his son…but I was also hers.
“The island,” my father commanded as he stepped through the doorway of his study. “You’re going.”
I shook my head. “I don’t think now is the time—“
My father whirled on me in an instant.“You. Don’t. Fucking. Think! You just DO!”
I stood there while that savage shine in his eyes gleamed.
A savagery born from breaking the fucking Code we lived by.
A Code that was supposed to prevent something like this.
But the barren fucking walls and the poison in my gut whispered that that was long in the past. Someone had broken the Code…and brought death to our door. The death of someone beautiful, the death of someone kind. Someone not meant for the bloody hand this life offered. Someone who was now dead.
And now we were planning a war.
“They killed my fucking wife!”he screamed at me.
Still I didn’t flinch.
All I could see was her body, lying right where that smear was now.
Shot in the head, assassin style.
Right in our fucking hallway…
They'd brought bad blood to our home.
My wife. Notyour mother. That was the way it was with him, wasn’t it? My wife. My money. My goddamn Commission. There was no room in his life for me, not unless it was his legacy. No position for anything other than an extension of him.
“You’re going to that fucking island because the money bitch wants to go.”
There was a twitch at the corner of my eye.Bitch.I bit back a snarl and held his stare. “What did you say?”
“That’s right,” my father sneered, coming alive with cruelty. “The launderer has made a fucking demand while he plays hostage withmymoney. He wants his daughter to go to the Institute, and I’m going to let her.”
Go to the Institute? A chill came from somewhere. On an island in the middle of nowhere. An island made for connected assholes who liked to play Mafia boss.
