I watch as the life is snuffed from his eyes, and knowing I never have to deal with this piece of shit again fills me with great joy.
Climbing to my feet, I walk to the SUV and give Nathan and Santa a chin lift before I get into the backseat.
Nico joins me in the Bentley, and as he starts the engine, he says, “They’re all at Remo’s place.”
“Let’s go.”
“Your parents and Enzo are there as well,” he warns me, so I know what to expect.
“Good. My father will take Valentina and the kids home,” I murmur as I turn my head. Spotting the towel that’s still wrapped around the vibrator, I lean forward and grab it off the front passenger seat.
“What’s in the towel?” Nico asks.
“None of your business,” I grumble.
Christ, all I want to do is go back to Sienna’s place and sleep.
I think about how nice it was to wake up to the aroma of bacon and eggs. Some of the tension drains away, and the darkness retreats a little as I remember how incredible it was finally getting to be inside my woman.
The way she loved me in those intimate moments reassures me that I’ve made the right decision. Once we’re married, and Sienna sees how good we are together, she’ll drop the subject of not being the right woman for me.
Her sensitivity balances out my violence. Her vulnerability feeds my protective side. Her feminine body fits against me like a puzzle piece locked into place.
But most importantly, she calms me like no other. When I’m in her arms, I’m so focused on her that all the pressure of being thecapo dei capimelts away.
She’s my peace in a world filled with death, corruption, and violence.
Every day, I have to do what’s best for the families. When shit goes down, my number is the first they call.
So when it comes to Sienna, I will be selfish. She’s the one thing I’m taking for myself.
Nico parks behind Dad’s G-Wagon, and when I climb out, a tired sigh dries my lips.
I walk down the path and see Dad and Uncle Angelo standing outside.
When they spot me, Dad asks, “Did you kill that bastard?”
“Yes.” I stop by them to shake Uncle Angelo’s hand before meeting Dad’s eyes. “Are you taking Valentina and the kids home with you?”
“Of course.” His tone is low and deadly, telling me he’s struggling to control his temper.
Placing my hand on my father’s shoulder, I say, “He suffered and pissed himself. I made sure he knew he was going to die before I ended him.”
Dad nods, then looks at Remo’s cottage. “How did I not know things were bad between Valentina and Will?”
“She didn’t want you to know,” I reply.
He locks eyes with me again. “And you?”
I shrug. “I knew Will was a pathetic piece of shit, but I’m surprised that he was so stupid to think he could get away with hurting Valentina.”
I let out another sigh as I walk to the front door to check on my sister.
The moment I enter the living room, Valentina’s head snaps up. She’s sitting between Mom and Remo, and there’s no sign of the kids.
“Where are Asher and Talia?” I ask.
Valentina stands up, her movements nervous. “Asleep in the guest room.”
