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Memphis's voice cut through the comms, distracting me from my rampant thoughts. "Alight fuckers, listen up. I cut that bitch Stasia's line so she can't hear me. Since she's fucking Romano, we can't let her know anything new."
I kept my face neutral as my father continued to kiss along Stasia's neck. For her part, she seemed to enjoy his touch. The smoldering eyes she sent my way had vomit rising in my throat. Almost like she wanted me to really take in how deeply she’d betrayed us.
It likely would have come up had Preacher not been holding my shoulder. His touch was the lifeline I needed to make it through this.
"Yamamoto, you need to fucking move it. Your window of time is slipping. Preacher is two minutes away from ending the venom being spewed at Dante with a bullet to Romano’s head. Pharrell, your wife is a cunt, and she's going to die. Sorry, not sorry. Deal with your emotions how you need to before moving to the office. Ricardo, cover Pharrell as you both make your way there. His head probably won’t be on straight after hearing that spiel of hers. Let's fucking move people. I'm getting hangry," Memphis said.
"Make sure to record this, Memphis. I don't want her fucking family coming after me for her death.” Pharrell's voice held no sadness to it. There was only the bite of anger I recognized from when he was pissed.
Our earpieces lit with the sound of Memphis’s dark laughter. “Already on it, boss. You’ll have this shit in 4k with surround sound if you want.”
The comms were mostly quiet after that. Memphis must have been blocking the others to hear my father and his mistress better. I was thankful for it since I was having a hard enough time not showing the relief I felt at the others coming our way.
"You know, I always thought you were fucking dumb, but never this much," Preacher said as he moved to stand mostly in front of me. His gun was still pointed at my father, but I could see he would gladly take the shot at Stasia if given a big enough distraction.
"How dare you talk to me like this? You're nothing more than a fucking charity case. The boy we took in and helped because he was at the right place at the right time. You'd already be dead in the streets if it weren't for the organization. For what we made you. And what did you do in return? You made my son into a fucking freak! Turned the boy against me as you two desecrated the home I provided for you.”
Preacher laughed as he faced down my father. It wasn't a humorous sounding laugh either. There was fury there.
Looks like Memphis was right about his patience running out.
"How dare you talk to my husband that way!?" he roared.Oh, shit."How dare you think you can speak to me as if you own me when I've done nothing but spared your life all these years? I could have killed you at any point, but I needed to findhim. I needed you to get comfortable enough to slip up so I could bring Dante home, to me, where he belongs.
“As for what we did in your home, you’re really one to talk. With all the whores you run through this office and the women you’ve fucked over; I don’t think you should judge our love. It might not be your standard of normal, but we don’t much give a damn whether or not you approve, father-in-law.”
My father shouted back at Preacher, "Husband? This can't be possible!?" He turned to look at Stasia. "Tell me this isn't true."
Of course, he’d get hung up on that small detail. Though it wasn’t all that small, was it? I was married to a man. I’d done the one thing he truly hated most.
Stasia frowned as she looked away from us to turn towards my father. "Their words cannot be trusted, snookums. Don't listen to them."
He jerked back from her, his gaze angry. "You bitch! You let this happen. You let them wed?"
"No, of course not. I just said that they —"
"AND IT WAS A LIE!!" His voice turned her soft and sweet routine on its side.
Gone was the made-up woman looking to gain even more power through her tryst with my father. In her place stood the rough and tough mafia darling I'd always met. The woman who could rip you apart without breaking a nail.
It used to be the reason she was such a good fit for Pharrell. Unfortunately, it was all a lie.
"If you think I'll be like the other women in our life and lie down when you throw a fit, then you're wrong," she spat out.
"You're right," Preacher said. "You won't because you'll be dead."
Before she could lift her gun back up, he shot her straight between her widening eyes. Her body froze for a moment before crumbling to the ground.
"You... you..." My father stuttered as he looked from us to Stasia on the ground at his feet.
"I fucking killed her, just like I'd love to do to you. But that honor belongs to someone else."
"That would be me," Yamamoto said as he rushed into the room. Pharrell and Ricardo were right on his heels. All three men were covered in blood, though they didn't appear to be hurt substantially in any way. I had to hope all the crimson covering them was from the bodies they took down rather than something needing medical attention.
My father sputtered as he backed away from the man headed his way. "You're— "
"Oh, good. You know me? Then this will be easy."
I stood and moved beside Preacher to watch the finale to this chaotic as fuck day. It wasn't every day my father cowered to someone. I found it a rather enjoyable thing to watch.
