Oh, goodie. So hewascapable of some kind of emotion.
I took my gun out and pointed it at him. “Get the fuck out with your hands in the air.”
He did as he was told, looking annoyed more than scared. Bastard knew I wouldn’t kill him. I didn’t lack the will—rather, I lacked the way. Killing your own brother in the Camorra without a good enough reason resulted in death. And I was too close to having Tierney to give up my life.
Luca stood with his hands in the air, looking at me like I was ridiculous. “Care to explain your little tantrum?”
“Tierney told me why she broke up with me when we were eighteen.” I aimed my gun straight at his forehead.
Luca’s carefully contorted control snapped in the form of a sneer. “It’s been eleven years.”
“Exactly. Eleven years you deprived me of being with the love of my life.”
“You’re incapable of love.”
“No, Luca,you’reincapable of love.”
“What are you talking about?” His eyebrows crashed together. “You can’t feel anything, just like me. This is why we…this is why we do what we do.” His olive skin flushed red, andI could tell that the revelation that I was capable of emotion rattled him.
He was jealous.
Angry.
Angry he couldn’t feel a thing, and angry that it wasn’t as common as he thought it was.
“I was in love with her, and you took away the only good in my life.”
“Dad forced me to do it,” he said coldly. “It was an order from above. Should I have defied him?”
“Yes,” I said, unblinking.
“Yes?”
“A man worthy of the throne would. Sometimes you make executive decisions for the greater good. No one wants to follow a yes man.”
He shook his head, exasperated. “Just do what we came here to do and get it over with.”
It would be interesting, I suppose. To try to hurt thisstronzo. Nothing ever did, and I appreciated a good challenge. Aiming my gun at his feet, I shot a bullet directly to the tip of his toes—not enough to blow them off but definitely enough to shave some skin. His nostrils flared as he stared at me calmly.
“Anything else?” he asked unflinchingly.
I shot him in the shoulder next. Again, narrowly missing all the essential parts, just enough to distribute pain.
His serene expression met mine. “You’re wasting ammo for nothing.”
I barked out a laugh. “I don’t think I am. Watching you try and feel something—and fail—is entertainment enough. Must be miserable.”
His jaw flexed and his fists clenched. “Are you done?”
“That depends. Are you going to get between me and my future wife again?”
“You know the answer to that,” Luca drawled dispassionately. “I don’t care about your personal life any more than I do about anyone else’s. Marry her, fuck her, kill her, it makes no difference to me. I was executing an order. Trust me, I wasn’t happy to inch you closer to the position of don by getting rid of her for you.”
That, I believed.
I aimed at his other leg, blowing up the back of his foot.
Again, all I got was a muscle jumping in his jaw.
