“I don’t have all day,” I growled.
“Tonight. Busch Stadium, on the field. For old times’ sake.”
Dom cursed under his breath.
In the mid-2000s, when the new version of Busch Stadium was built, there was a battle between the mafia and my crew. We lost thirty brothers. They lost more.
“Done.” I hung up, and that was when Jer lost it. He turned rapidly as a growl left his throat, and then his fist went through my drywall. Dom and I remained silent, studying him. He yanked his fist out of the new hole in my wall and straightened, rolling his shoulders and cracking his neck.
“Get Connors on the line.”
The tone in his voice had Dom and I sharing a look. My partner nodded once before dialing Dean. My eyes landed on my nephew’s.
He was ready.
When this was all over, Jeremy Jones would be the new Crew leader.
Chapter Thirty-One
Collin
My fist slammed into Xander’s face for the fifteenth time. He stopped begging for mercy twenty minutes ago.
“Boss.”
I wiped my face with the back of my hand, Xander’s blood be damned. My feet moved back away from the beaten man on the ground as my chest rose and fell with my harsh breaths. The plane hangar had been silent for the last hour, aside from Xander’s grunts of pain, while I beat the man who failed me. Who failed Karina. .
“I gave you a second chance at life, Xander,” I said casually as I turned to the table full of weapons. He coughed and gasped for air behind me.
“Sir,” he croaked.
“Go bore someone else with your begging,” I sighed as I grabbed the hammer. I would make it quick but not painless. My feet stopped moving once I stood over him, his bruised and battered face looking up at me, his eyes pleading for mercy.
Mercy wasn’t in my vocabulary.
I yanked the man up by his hair, raising the hammer with my opposite fist. His whole body shook from the shock of his injuries, his blood splattered all over the clean concrete floor. My face lowered to his, my jaw tight as I snarled down at him.
“She is gone because of you,” I hissed. He wasn’t fighting me. His hands remained at his sides as his body sagged. It was undecided if he had just given up, or if he had accepted his fate. The men knew the costs. If Karina was harmed on their watch, death would be waiting for them, and I would be the one to deliver it.
“I know that sir,” he managed to get out, his throat bobbing.
I was an hour into my flight to New York when my angel called me. The second she told me Xander left the plane, I knew something was wrong. The last thing I heard Kay say to me was a name.
His name.
The name of the man who wouldn’t fucking die.
Romano.
My plane turned around, and when I found Xander passed out on the runway, I lost it.
Karina was gone.
My angel.
My baby.
My everything.
