“The clans know. They’re sniffing around to find out who the new don is.”
Still, nothing. There were too many suspects to count, too many people to gain from Vello’s death. As for me, I felt nothing but mild relief. He was a shit father, and he’d cost me valuable years with my wife. The only part of me that mourned him was the part that wanted to resurrect him so I could kill him again.
“You need to come home. We’re crowning Luca. He’s taking over. The new king of the underworld.”
No answer.
“Are you listening?” Enzo hissed out.
“He’ll be there,” Tierney said, loud and clear. “We wouldn’t miss his funeral for the world.”
We shared a private grin. A grin that said no amount of therapy could heal the fuckery that went on inside our heads.
I hung up and kissed her forehead. “Pack red for the funeral.”
“Red?” She reared her head back to study me. “Why?”
“It’ll stain less than any other color, and we’re walking into a bloodbath.”
