I stare at him for a long second, then I smile. “It’s time to end this,” I tell him. “I’ve been washing blood off my hands, then going home to kiss my family for too long.”
I walk behind him, lift the tubing to wrap it around his neck, and pull.
He struggles against me, his body jerking, but I’m too strong.
I watch as the life leaves his body. As he ceases to struggle, his legs no longer kick.
When I know he’s dead, I let go of the tubing.
“Thought you were going to take it slow?”
“I decided he was right.”
“About?”
“Happily ever after and all that shit.”
That makes Matteo smile.
And then my own lips tip up.
I’m finally free.
“You realize what this means.”
I don’t answer.
Matteo smirks. “It means…that your secret soap opera can finally end.”
I raise a brow, not fully understanding where this is going.
“It’s time to tell the boys,” he clarifies.
I’ve put this off for so long, I don’t even know how to broach the topic, but no fear because apparently Matteo already has an idea as he’s pulling his phone out.
“You’re enjoying this.” I shake my head in mock annoyance.
“Immensely.” He smiles so broadly; I think he might break his jaw. Or maybe I’ll do that…
Before I can come up with a plot for murdering my cousin, my phone buzzes.
Fuck. I don’t even need to look to know what he did, but like the glutton for punishment that I am, I still check.
Matteo:Meeting. Cyrus’s place. 30 minutes.
Jaxson:If this is about murdering someone, I’m out. You know I hate that shit.
Trent:Context? I’m a little busy.
Matteo:Shut up, Trent.This is important.
Gideon:Someone better be dying.
Tobias:For someone who retired, you’re really fucking annoying.
Alaric:You really are.
Matteo:It’s Lorenzo-related.
