“I never had confirmation, but you’ve given it to me. Gratzi.” She teared up.
“My pleasure. I just have one question.”
“Ask,” she said annoyed.
“Why couldn’t you let my father go? Why do you kill his wives? My mother Giovanna. There was nothing special about you.” I glared at her. “He was out of your league, and you know it.”
“Because I would have lived a good life with Alessio. Instead, I was tormented by my own brother. Half-brother. When Alessio rejected me, Danilo raped me. Many times.”
Holy fuck.
“Danilo wanted to be rich and belong to a prominent Mafia. He was depraved and vile. But,” she said, shrugging. “Eventually, it is what it is. It’s normal.”
“It’s fucking sick,” Roman hissed.
“Cosimo is Danilo’s son, isn’t he?” I asked her to confirm my gut instinct.
“He looks nothing like Alessio.”
“I know. No resemblance.” When I saw him at my party that night, I would have noticed if he looked like a Remotti.
“Just kill me so I can be set free from my brother. I’m sotired of being filled with hate and vengeance. I don’t want him touching me anymore.” She held her head high.
“I’m happy to do the honor, but first, where is your brother?” As if I would end her life without knowing where to find him? He needed to die too, since he pulled the trigger and murdered my mother.
“Do you want to hear how your mother died?” she asked Roman. “I was there for it. Saw everything Danilo did to her. It was awful.”
“Shut up!” Roman yelled at her.
“Where is Danilo?”
“He raped her, you know.”
Roman stormed out of the room, and the fucking bitch laughed.
“Do it. Just kill me,” she said almost daring me. She didn’t need to beg. I wouldn’t show her an ounce of mercy. I didn’t give a fuck if her brother abused her. She could have done something about it.
I went over to her and wrapped my hand around her neck. “This is how Cosimo died,” I whispered to her as I started to squeeze.
She coughed and gagged, but I didn’t stop. And I didn’t make it quick. I took my time, feeling her pulse spike. Choking the life out of her and taking great pleasure in finally getting retribution for my mother’s death.
As Cara wilted on the chair a gun shot went off. I rushed out of the room and found Roman standing above a man on the floor who must have been Danilo. Roman shot several more rounds, up and down his body, and he didn’t forget the rapist’s dick.
“It’s done.” I went to him and sneered at the bloody murderer.
“Yes,” he replied. “My mother’s rapist is dead.”
“You did good, brother. Let’s go home.”
I had a new level of respect for Roman. He often seemed soft compared to me and Luca. This incident was good for him.
Perhaps hecouldbe my underboss and be a damn good one at that.
50
ISLA
Six weeks ago,my life changed and for the better. Not that being attacked and Pippa getting taken by the Zotov Bratva had been good. Not at all. Those two events were the worst things I could go through.
