“You and Rosa were always inevitable, we simply didn’t understand that. I’m changing tactics, protecting financial assets, and making them viable so we can win a war that’s ultimately about who we get to love.”
“Wow.” For someone who usually has a witty comeback for every Domino brother, I definitely don’t have any now.
“Even better, we’re going to rip all the assets the Accetta family has, leaving them to believe they have more than they have,” he growls. “Renzo Accetta will die destitute for the sin of selling his only child for more power, and there’s nothing he can fucking do about it. I don’t think Rosa knows about this yet. Let’s call it a gift to our omega, shall we?”
He gently helps me past the home’s privacy gate as the owner holds it open for us, while I sit with this new information. Dario reminds me to watch my step and to pay attention to my surroundings, and only then do I snap out of it.
Pack Domino is playing for keeps, and they just might be able to make me fall in love with them all simply by doing the best thing you could ever do for them: accepting someone for who they are.
Chapter Twenty-Six
THREE DAYS LATER
ROSALIA
Between Nico’smade men and assistance from the Five Packs, we have a decent sized group for today. Like everything else in life, it took time to blackmail a maid to poison the milk in the main house, and doctor the water that goes to the guard house. Even if not everyone is affected, it’ll certainly put a dent in Elio’s security.
Shifting on my feet, I watch as people begin to jump the privacy bushes Elio has around the perimeter of his home.
Dario holds his hands together for me with a small smirk, and I roll my eyes in my black ski mask. All of us are disguising our identities so this doesn’t come back to bite us later. There are cameras all over the outside of the privacy bushes, and they appear to be new.
That is Elio for you though, always copying my father, even as he gets ready to go to war with him. He’s a poor man’s Renzo Accetta and always will be. It’s why the legacy has to die with my father. No one is ruthless enough to hold things together withouteveryone fighting amongst themselves. Even now, my uncle is showing he isn’t alpha enough to take the family from my father.
Funny enough for Papa, this may look as if I’m being a good little daughter by killing Elio. However, even if this looks like it aligns with his interests, I am only serving my own tonight.
Walking forward in my black tactical gear, I swallow back my gasp as I step into Dario’s hand and he launches me up and over the bushes. Thankfully, Nico is there to catch me, despite my racing heart. Pablo and Verona are staying back with Silas and Lyle tonight because they’re not quite ready for a tactical move like this.
Over the coming weeks, I’m going to be spending more time at the range with my pack to ensure all of them have the ability to remain safe, and I also want to book in more time at the gym to spar. My family doesn’t play fair, which means Nico and I are going to show our pack how to spar while breaking all the rules.
Moving through the dark yard, I pull my weapon from my holster and stay in between Nico and Ciro. Our group fans out, and quietly snap the necks of anyone they come across. Silence is going to be our best friend in an effort to fly under the radar.
Pablo is on his computer at home, fucking with the signal for the video cameras. They’re all going dark with fuzzy pictures as we move through the property. It’s just enough to look like a fluke, while the outer perimeter cameras where we aren’t come in crystal clear.
This way, Pablo can monitor our progress and keep us safe in his own way. Not all heroes wear capes. Sometimes, they’re adorable nerds with great computer skills.
“Fuck,” a guard groans. “Do you think Elio will kill me if I leave my post to take a shit?”
“Dig a hole and fertilize his fancy fucking grass. He’ll definitely kill you if you leave,” his companion mutters. “I thinkmy asshole is pissed at me. I’m never eating anything my girlfriend makes me again.”
“Nah, you didn’t get sick till after you started your shift?—”
Leaping onto his back, I press my gun to the back of his head and pull the trigger. My silencer keeps the noise minimal, while Nico snaps the neck of his companion with the puckered asshole. It’ll suck for him to forever be called that in my mind. Our people get rid of the bodies, and I keep making my way to the main house as they continue to clear the yard of guards.
The back door is unlocked, and my lips twist in disgust at how much my uncle seems to trust his money to protect him. His children are all grown, and he’s trying to marry them off, much the way Papa has. Yet, he doesn’t have the same connections my father has, and his daughters are ugly.
Testing to see if the security system is on, I slowly open the door, my forehead crinkling when there’s no alarm blaring. It’s two in the morning, my house would be locked down, even if I was still awake.
Walking carefully inside, I duck behind a wall as I listen for signs of life.
“Elio! Our daughter. She’s dead!” Marissa sobs, coughing as the poison begins to eat away at her lungs. Depending on how much of the milk is ingested, the speed the poison works will vary.
“This shouldn’t be happening,” Elio croaks out. “I don’t understand! No one has been here.”
Yet, he’s wrong. The maid Shiloh got to, wished to leave Elio’s employment, and she knew the only way to do that was with her own exit package. His house is in shambles now as he watches his family die. I know he has a full house here based on the drone we flew over to see how many cars are in the driveway. We’re going to need to clear the entire area of family members, which shouldn’t be too difficult.
His men are dying outside, too distracted to do their jobs, and I don’t hear any of his guards inside.
“Someone obviously poisoned us,” Marco groans. Ah, yet another of his brothers. Wonderful.
