We all have comms in our ears. We can communicate with each other, the guys, and Jax, as well. We have strict instructions not to speak unless necessary for stealth.
ZYGOS guys swarm the mansion. Some on the roof, others hidden in the trees. Maverick taps his comm, listens, then nods. He points to the cameras, then makes a slicing motion across his throat, meaning the cams on my parents’ side are looped and ready.
We were all told the doors will be open once we get to them.
My piece is in my hand with the safety off. I hold it in front of me, cop style. We silently enter the house and stop to listen.
It's dead quiet. Hopefully the bastards are fast asleep.
I move to the stairs, motioning for Maverick to follow. Like a phantom, I make my way to their bedroom, completely quiet. Pressing my ear to the door, I nod when I hear nothing.
I turn the knob, opening the door enough for us to slip inside the dark room.
Two figures are in the bed, seemingly sleeping. I stalk closer, needing to be sure it’s both of them. It is, so I nod to Maverick.
It's so weird to see them in the same bed. Shaking my head to clear it, I aim right for my father’s head. I cock the hammer, which wakes him—dammit!
He bolts upright, eyes wide. “What is this? Son? What the hell is going on?”
I chuckle, rolling my eyes. “It’s time to go to hell, Father,” I practically sing.
“Security!” my father screams at the top of his lungs.
Laughing, I happily inform him there’s no one to help.
My mother stirs. “What are you doing?” she says with a tremor in her voice, eyes filling with fake-ass tears.
I look at her. “You have a choice right now. Come with me and live, or stay with him, and die.”
She flounders, her panic increasing with each second.
“Make your choice, Mother,” I tell her one last time.
Her gaze flits between me and my father, stumbling over her words. “I can't... it’s not that simple. How am I supposed to choose?”
While she’s stammering, she’s clinging to my father, who pulls her closer. It's clear to me she isn’t going to choose me. I'm not surprised. Sad and disappointed, yes.
“Why, Father? Why did you take Phoenyxx? She was just a child! The things you did to her... you are a sick, sack-of-shit pedophile!” My voice raises with each word.
My father has the audacity to laugh. “Because I could. She enamored me. She was a beautiful child. She was also a threat toall the families as an heir. She would have taken it all from us. The Rossi family was always going to be on top.”
My eyes blow wide. “I can’t even...” A shudder rolls through me. I look back to my mother. “Did you know?”
Her shoulders shake as she cries.
"You're just as bad as him."
Turning away from her, my hate pushes me to the breaking point.
A deafening roar fills the room as I go straight for my father, getting my hands around his throat.
My mother is screaming bloody murder.
It's so loud, I don’t notice a sound until it’s too late.
My head cranks around, seeing that Mav is missing from his spot. I don’t even register the security guy standing in the doorway, his gun aimed right at me.
The sound of the shot reverberates through the bedroom. It hits the mark— me.
