Book 2 Chapter 24.

Dante POV.

My aunt? My aunty Vittoria, the same aunty that ran away over twenty years ago? No, I refuse to believe this. I look at Alonso.

"You were the man she ran from my family for?" I say to him as I step forward. He looks at me through is one good eye.

"Yes, but believe it or not, I loved her. I still do. But she had a belief that what I was doing to feed us, clothe us and to keep a roof over our heads was immoral and wrong." I clench my fists, my teeth grind and feel like they will break.

"You trafficking women and girls is wrong and immoral. So tell me Alonso. Why go after me? We are family." I say even though the words feel like acid on my tongue. I feel sick to think I am related to this fucker. My brain kicks in. That means Roman is my great nephew. Oh, this just keeps getting better and better.

"Because I couldn't stand the thought of a Fanucci doing what I do, but legally, you made more money. It came easily to you. Not for me, I had to fight, steal, bribe to get where I am." I laugh at him, I shake my head.

"Yeah, it landed you here, tortured within an inch of your life. You have been trafficking, and that goes against our laws. Not only did you get my aunt pregnant, you turned her son into what he is now. You are no father, you are not even human. You Alonso Ricci are nothing but a parasite, one that will be exterminated from this earth.” I say as I step back from him, but not before I spit in his face.

I need to speak to my grandfather. Vittoria is his daughter. I know he was searching for her and still is. This is going to gut him. She has been gone for that long. Now I learn she leads a team of mercs in Northern England. Where Luna and Roman have escaped to.

"Is she doing what you do?" I ask, not looking at him when I hear him gasp for breath. I look over my shoulder and see Rebel with a blood-soaked blade in her hand. I look from her hand to the gaping wound in his side.

"No, she doesn't. Last I heard she is team DeAngelis. She hits the auctions and saves as many as she can. The women and men she saves become part of her community and they plan raids. She rules the North. No auctions can happen up there, but she travels all over the UK to shut them down. The men at her backs where given a choice. They die for their crimes or join her. I'm assuming some choose the latter. She also has the Daughters Of Chaos at her back." I look at Rebel and she smirks. The Daughters Of Chaos? Who are they?

"The Daughters Of Chaos, run out of County Durham. I know this, because I know their pres.” Mischa pipes up. I look at Rebel and she looks at Mischa.

"Get in contact with them and tell them to prepare for a visit." She says when she looks back at Alonso.

She walks to the wall and picks up a gun. She checks the magazine and snaps it back in and loads the gun. She walks forward. Her gun at her side.

"Alonso Ricci, Paddy Smyth. You are now sentenced for your involvement in human and sex trafficking. For your involvement in the deaths of Hatchet and Deanna Jackson. I have found you guilty of any and all crimes. May you rest in Hell." She lifts the gun and points it at Paddy, who pisses himself and sobs like a baby. He is pleading with his eyes, but Rebel isn't giving a shit as she squeezes the trigger. The bang echoes around the room as Paddy's head falls forward when she turns the gun on Alonso.

Alonso is panting and shaking when she offers the gun to me. I look at her, then at it.

"For Vittoria, for your family, for all of this to end. Once he is dead, the free-for-all dies with him." She says and I look at Mischa, who is holding her phone up. No doubt it will be loaded onto the dark web with a warning. I take the gun.

"Tell Vittoria I ..." I don't let him finish. I shoot him. The echo seems louder this time around. I watch his head fall. Dylan and Rebel both come to my side. I didn't realise I was shaking, or that I had tears streaming down my face.

"Shhh, it's ok, it's done. It's done," Rebel says as Dylan takes the gun and she pulls me into a hug. I clutch her to me as I sob on her shoulder. Not because of what I have just done. But because now I can tell my grandfather where his daughter is and she can come home. But also because I have to kill her son.

I back up, but not before I kiss Rebel. Dylan has his hand on my back and I smile at him and kiss him, too. The moment is shattered when a phone rings.

"Da, Patch her through." We all look at Mischa.

"Rebel, you are needed in the office, line one." She says to Rebel and Rebel nods her head. She takes both me and Dylan by our hands and walks to a different door.

"Clean it up and make sure that video is seen by ever chancer out there. The contract is null and void. Get in touch with Alessa and the heads of each family." She says and Mischa smiles at her.

"Already done. See you around. Do svidaniya." She says, waving at us. The door opens and Rebel leads us through to an elevator and the moment the doors close, I'm on her. I kiss her hard and lift her, placing her on the handrail as I kiss down her throat and Dylan kisses the other side of her neck.

"Boys, later. We have work to do." She says breathy we both pull away. He kisses me and Rebel moans. She likes seeing us both kiss. It turns her on. I smirk into the kiss just as the elevator stops. We both pull away and help Rebel down. She sorts her clothes as the doors open and she steps out and we follow her into a beautiful office. My eyes go wide as I take it in.

The windows give a view of an underground training facility. The black executive chair is under a chrome desk. The phone on the desk has a flashing light. I walk to the window and look down and see over one hundred women training. Fighting either hand to hand or with weapons. Dylan moves next to me and takes my hand in his. I look away and to him; he smiles at me gently.

"Hello, yes, this Rebel. Who, may I ask, is calling?" I look at Rebel and she looks at me and motions for us to move closer. She presses the loudspeaker button and places the phone back in place.

"Hello Rebel Moretti-Jackson. Sorry for the late call, but I thought you would like to know I have your sister with me. I'm Vittoria Fanucci." My eyes widen and Rebel is watching me. I move closer, just listening to my aunt's voice.

"Thank you for the call, Ms Fanucci ..."

"Please call me Vittoria. No need for the boring formalities. You're welcome, look I know the order has been passed down to kill my son Roman and to have your sister brought to you alive. However, my son was blinded by her. Just like your brother was. I want to make a deal with you, my son's life, for your sister."

"Are they both with you now?" She asks ignoring what she has to offer, a parlay as it were.

"They arrived yesterday. Roman is being held separately from your sister. I have taken her as my prisoner for the time being. She is one spoilt little cunt, that one. She has a serious princess ideology, one I don't see." My aunt says with a slight chuckle and I smile at just hearing her voice. I know she sounds different, but I used to watch old family movies, so I know her voice even if it is muddled up. "Good, keep them separate. I have already had the Daughters Of Chaos contacted. I will be meeting with my nonno and the heads of the families to discuss this. Your son needs to answer for his part in all of this. No matter what my sister offered him, he is an adult and was led by the dick. He is no better than she is." She says to her and I just look at Rebel and she is looking at me, gauging me, testing me.

"I am sorry for the loss of your grandparents. They were both great people. I was shocked when I heard what happened to them and it made me sick that my men were involved. They have since been expired. Please accept my deepest of condolences. But know this Rebel, I had no idea what my son was up to. He used my men against my orders. We don't do this. I will co-operate with you and what you want to do. But as I said, you leave my son to me."

"Aunty Vittoria, it's me, Dante." I say, choking on my emotions.

"Dante, god how I've missed you. What are you doing with Rebel?" She asks, and I can hear the emotion in her voice. I fight the tears.

"I'm with Rebel aunty, Alonso put a hit out on me and her." I say to her when she gasps and starts spewing curses in Italian.

"That son of a bitch, he did this to my family? He did this after everything he did? I will kill him for this. I promise you now, Dante."

"He is dead. I have just killed him." She goes silent and I look at Rebel and she sighs.

"Good, saves me a job. I will keep your sister alive for now. When can I expect you?" She is back to business, like being told her ex-husband was killed is nothing new for her. Maybe she was expecting this news? Maybe she lost all the love for him when she found out what he was doing? Who knows? All I know is that she is not someone you mess with.

"In a few days, I need to sort out plans and get the decision overturned by my nonno and daddy. If they don't agree, then I'm sorry, Vittoria, but I will be taking them both back here with me," Rebel tells her, and we wait for my aunt's response.

"Ok, I will look forward to seeing you all, soon. Keep me informed. I have to go. It was nice to speak to you, Dante. I will see you soon. Tell my papa I love him and miss him so much, ciao bambino." She hangs up the call and I look at Rebel and she looks annoyed.

I mean, who can blame her? This was supposed to be simple, but nothing ever is. Now we have to fly to the UK to get her sister and possibly my great nephew. All of this doesn't just stem from one little girl's jealousy, but from over twenty years of fighting the monsters in this world.