JULIAN
Viktor fallsout of his chair, and I exhale before I glance over at Rome, who’s lying on his stomach, his sniper rifle propped against his shoulder.
“You’re lucky you didn’t miss.”
“I never miss,” is his calm reply.
Rome and I are already on the move, down the stairway of the building across from the restaurant, and out the doors, running over to finish this.
“We’re with you,” Carson says as he and Mateo join us.
“You won’t do shit to me,” Natasha spits at her father in my ear. “Never again. Because right now, the Kings of Vegas army has infiltrated your compound, and they’re leveling it and killing everyone inside, including Mama and her stupid fucking tennis coach.”
We burst inside the empty restaurant—Sergei didn’t even question why there was no one else here when he arrived—and I’m at my wife’s side in seconds.
“No!” He stands, but before he can pull his weapon, Carson and Rome have him, and they restrain him, but they don’t take him away yet.
“Anything else you want to say to dear ol’ dad?” Carson asks my wife.
She walks around the table and stands in front of her father. He’s glaring down at her, spittle coming out of his mouth. He’s breathing hard. Fuck, I’ll be lucky if the old fucker doesn’t have a heart attack before I can get him in my cell.
“I should have fucking killed you the day you were born,” he growls at his daughter.
Natasha tilts her head to the side, watching him.
“Yeah, you should have,” she says. “Because I’m the reason you won’t live past today.Me.Not a man. Not another Mafia don or someone powerful. Your small daughter, who always did as she was told and didn’t talk back to you. The one you terrified just for the fun of it.”
She rears back and punches him, right across the face. His head knocks to the side, and then he glares down at her again.
“I will haunt you for the rest of your life.”
I want to tug her against me, but Natasha steps closer and lifts her chin. “No. You won’t. I won’t lose one minute of sleep over the pain you’re about to feel. You deserve it.”
She backs away and reaches blindly for my hand, which I immediately give her.
“I’m done.”
Natasha turns her back on her father, and the guys drag him out of here. We have a cell waiting for him.
I can’t wait to get started on the son of a bitch.
It almost breaks my heart when Natasha turns her face up to mine.
“Christ, I hate seeing you like this. You need to wash this shit off right now, Angel.”
She smiles, and then her perfect face crumples and she starts to cry. I pull her into me and rub my hands up and down her back.
“I’m not sad,” she howls into my chest.
“I know, it’s the adrenaline wearing off. I fucking hated every minute of that. Never again, do you hear me?”
“No, you can handle all of the Mafia work in this family,” she agrees, and lets me lead her out to the car. “I’m officially retired from that. It was my first and only assignment.”
“Thank fuck.” I kiss her head, her temple, and then tip her chin up so I can ravage her mouth. “You were magnificent in there. I’m so fucking proud of you, baby.”
“I’m proud of me too. Are you going to kill him today?”
Fuck no.That asshole is going to live for months in my cell. I’m going to have a lot of fun with him.
