“I’ll go,” I say, putting my hand on his arm. “I’ll kill them. I’ve wanted them both dead for a year now. Let me do this.”
“But you could end up dead. It would be better if we all went together.”
“I know. But this is my revenge. Let me do this.”
Patrick nods after a long moment. “Fine. I’m trusting you, Marco.”
I leave the car and walk down the street. Patrick gave me the address so when I come upon the right one, I know it’s go-time. Will and Gianna need to die for me to move on with my life.
There’s a guard out front, pacing back and forth. Using my silencer, I point my gun at him and shoot him in the head before he even has time to react. I go around to the back side of the house and find another guard. I shoot him dead within seconds. No one else comes running.
I grab the key off the dead guard and enter in through the back door. My footsteps are light. It’s dark inside the house except for a soft glow coming from a bedroom upstairs. I make my way up to it and look inside. Will and Gianna are naked, lying in each other’s arms.
I thought this sight would make me furious but… it doesn’t. Now that I have Ciara, I’m no longer bitter about Will taking Gianna from me. Gianna was never mine to begin with in the first place.
But Patrick wants them dead.
I step into the room with my gun drawn.
Gianna screams while Will places his body in front of her. He goes for his gun but I tell him to stop.
“Don’t,” I warn.
“You just can’t stop, can you?” Will asks.
“You left me for dead. Shouldn’t I kill you for that?”
“You were trying to force Gianna to marry you. I couldn’t stand for that. I’ve heard you’re married now. To an Irish woman. I feel terrible for her.”
“You’re a fucking hitman,” I snarl. “You’re no better than me.”
“Will is twice the man you are,” Gianna says.
I turn my eyes onto her. “I remember you were a scared, little girl when we first met. You’ve grown up. Good for you.”
“I will not let you kill her,” Will says. “If you want me dead, then shoot me and leave Gianna alone. She’s innocent. You know it.”
“I know. But killing both of you would put this anger inside of me to the side.” And it would. I could be happy with both of them dead.
But Ciara would not be. And I don’t want to make my wife hate me so much she wants me dead again.
“I’m tired of being angry,” I admit, lowering my gun. “I could kill both of you in the blink of an eye. But I’m not going to. This is my message to you. I will not kill either one of you. But don’t ever come for me again. Don’t come for my wife. The man I work with, Patrick Sullivan, wants power. We’ll try to take it and you and Enzo will try to take it back. But I won’t kill you two. So I suggest you get Gianna out of the city for a while if you don’t want her getting hurt.”
“Why?” Will asks. “Why are you doing this?”
“You want me to shoot you?”
“No,” Gianna says. “Of course not.”
“I just don’t understand,” Will says.
“I don’t either,” I admit. “But looking at you two, naked in bed… I don’t care anymore. You both look so small. Not worthy of my time or attention.” I back away from them, in case Will tries to shoot me in the back, before I leave the house. I hurry back to Patrick’s car.
“How did it go?” he asks.
“I couldn’t kill them.”
His glare is furious. “What?” He reaches for the door handle but I stop him.
