18
This Is My Revenge
I got an A in my Algebra test! Papa got me a tutor because I was struggling so much. Are you proud of me? —Love always, Izzy
Enzo
DerekShaw.
A big fucker.
A coward.
I motion for Dante to follow me, the two of us trailing him from his mistress's house.
Once he’s in position, I let out a low whistle. His head snaps to the sound, finding Dante and me standing behind him, arms crossed, twin unbothered expressions on our faces.
“I…” he stutters before turning to flee. He gets about five steps before Papa steps out from the shadows, his face a storm cloud of violent rage.
Derek trembles, no longer the predator.
“Please,” he whimpers.Pathetic.
“You know why we’re here for you?”
Tears fall from his eyes as his throat bobs.
Papa gives a single nod. That’s all I need.
I lunge, securing my arm around his neck, holding tight until I feel his body turn limp against me.
“Let’s go,” Papa says, sliding open the door to the waiting van.
Dante and I grab hold of Derek, forcing him inside before climbing in as Rafael, one of our enforcers, speeds us out of there.
We bring him to the lowest level of my building—the part with incredibly restricted access.
Holding him by the scruff of his neck, I drag Derek into one of the interrogation rooms, shoving him roughly into a chair in the center and binding him to it.
Then I punch him in the face to wake him up.
He gasps, eyes flying open.
I flash him a cruel smirk.
Dante stands with folded arms, resting against the wall to my left. Papa mirrors him on the right.
Part of me wanted to do this alone, but I’m glad for their support.
“Please don’t hurt me,” the pathetic excuse for a man whimpers.
“I imagine Izzy would have said something similar—oh no, that’s right, you drugged her so she couldn’t,” I sneer, wrapping my fingers around his jaw in a grip tight enough to bruise.
I spit in his face before shoving him back into the chair and moving to my table of tools. Nate has no idea how alike the two of us really are. That thought almost makes me chuckle.
I pick up a small blade, slipping it into my pocket before returning to him.
Crouching, I meet him at his level.
