My knuckles are raw and my wrist is sore, but Iâm far from done.
Felix has chosen the hard way to die, and Iâm eager to give it to him. So is everyone else.
âLast chance before I bring out the jumper cables,â Niall pokes the sharp end of his knife into Felixâs chest. âIâll ask you one more time. What were you doing in the hills?â
âIsnât it fucking obvious?â Shane shouts. Heâs losing it. So is Nolan. I donât blame them. Theyâre both ready to explode after I told them what happened to Dad. Iâm not far behind. âHe was after Elisa!â
Together we watch the Bulldog circle his pray. Weâve all already gotten our fair share of punches in, but itâs not enough. Poor Felix here isnât just a source of information, heâs a punching bag for all of our rage. Dad is dead. Felix has been working for the people who killed him. Either he tells us what we need to know, or we rip him to shreds, slowly.
âEyes on me, big boy,â Niall says, sliding the blade of his knife under Felixâs chin. The big Italian is bleeding pretty bad, and heâs teetering on the edge of unconsciousness. Niall raises his lowered head and smacks him back awake with the backside of his hand.
Iâll give the Italian credit. Heâs tough and heâs barely said a word since we brought him here.
âHeâs not going to talk,â Shane grumbles. âLet me at him!â My youngest brother paces back and forth, seething to jump back in and pummel our captive.
Nolan, on the other hand, just silently fumes.
While Shane has been throwing himself head first into the nitty gritty aspects of our world, Nolan, for the most part, has stayed in his office. The moment he heard about Dadâs death, though, he went berserk.
Blood still drips from his knuckles. Felixâs breaths are short and raggedy because of the blows that he landed before I could pull him back.
Felix is no good to me dead. Not yet. He needs to speak first. In my back pocket, I have a final threat to get him talking. Elisa. Heâll do whatever I ask him to do if he thinks I might hurt her.
The problem is, I havenât yet been able to bring myself to utter such threats. Iâll have to be convincing, if Iâm not, Felix will call my bluff and die with honor. But every time I think of even saying something vile about my princess, I have a visceral reaction. No harm will ever befall her. I wonât allow it.
And I think Felix already recognizes that.
Still, it will be my last-ditch effort. If Shane doesnât kill him first. âJust say it!â my youngest brother bursts. Blind with rage, Shane jumps past Niall and starts wringing Felixâs neck. âJust say you were there to steal Elisa!â The Bulldog steps backwards and lets the scene unfold, but I step forward and tug my brother away.
âEnough. Niall. Get the jumper cables.â
âYouâre in trouble now!â Shane yells. His furious words are marked with tears of frustration and sorrow. Weâre all devastated. âYouâre in a lot of fucking trouble.â
I hold onto my brother with a tight embrace thatâs something between a restraint and a hug. His body is ready to crumble. I think every last one of us is ready to implode. Itâs up to me to keep our heads together.
In my pocket, I feel my phone vibrating. Itâs been ringing off the hook for the past few minutes, but I havenât been able to pull myself away from my own thoughts long enough to actually answer.
With Niall preparing the jumper cables, I finally have a moment to breathe. I gently let Shane go and rip my phone out.
To my surprise, Taraâs name is up on the screen.
What the hell could she want?
The phone stops ringing before I can answer. When it does, I see that I have a bevy of missed calls. Some are from the man I tasked with leading the mission to go check up on Ciro at Calligastaroâs. Some are from the man I tasked with leading the backup security forces that should soon be arriving at the manor in the Catskills. But the most missed calls, by far, are from Tara.
Dread catches in my throat. Something must be wrong with Elisa. Iâm about to phone her back when another call pops up on my screen. Again, itâs Tara.
âWhatâs wrong!?â
But itâs not Tara who answers. âPlease donât hurt him!â Elisaâs shaky voice creaks through the receiver.
âWhat the fuckâ¦â
âWhat?â Nolanâs eyes are on me.
I raise my index finger and turn away from my brother. âElisa?â
âAiden, please donât hurt him. He was only trying to help me.â Sheâs talking about Felix.
Sharp tendrils of envy wrap around my chest. Elisa is calling to save this bastard!? âHow the fuck do you know that I have Felix?â She must have overheard it from a guard⦠or, more likely, Tara did. And then Tara told her. âLet me speak to Tara,â I growl. Sheâs going to have to answer for this.
âTara has nothing to do with it!â Elisa pleads. âShe doesnât even know why Iâm calling you.â
Thatâs a lie, I can just sense it. âThen why did she give you her phone? Sheâs under strict orders to never give you a fucking phone.â
Behind me, the air crackles as the jumper cables are charged. I storm away from the sound, down the hallway to my bedroom. Elisa is begging for this manâs life. No one needs to hear this but me.
â⦠Please, Aiden. Donât hurt himâ¦â
âItâs too late for that,â I hiss, slamming the bedroom door shut behind me.
âYou monster.â Elisaâs words are like a blade to my heart. I thought we were past that. But no, sheâs risking all weâve built together for this asshole. Why? Because she loves him.
The son of a bitch.
âThatâs right, Elisa. Iâm a fucking monster. Nice fucking observation. Want a medal?â
âYouâre an asshole too!â
âIâve never hidden that from you,â I bark. âIâve never hidden anything from you, unlike your father. This Felix motherfucker wants to drag you back to the devil who sold you for scraps. Do you really want that?â I hate how it feels like Iâm negotiating with her. That shouldnât be the case. Sheâs my property, my spoils of war, she should do as I say when I say it or be punished. But part of me needs to convince her that Iâm in the right. Itâs that same part of me that she melted. The part of me that has been hidden away beneath a cold stone cage for so long that it hurts just to think about how sheâs uncovered it again.
âFelix only wants whatâs best for meâ¦â she sobs.
âAnd it appears that he thinks stealing you away from me is whatâs best. Do you agree with that?â My heart clenches as I wait for a response. Thereâs only one thing I want to hear.
âMaybe heâs rightâ¦â
Itâs not that.
âWhere are you?â Suddenly, the thought that she might not be at the manor hits me. Would she be so foolish as to try and run into the woods at night?
âIâm right where Iâve always been. Trapped in your home!â
âOur home,â I snap.
âNo,â she cries. âClearly itâs not. This proves that.â
Without thinking, I make a fist and punch a hole through my bedroom wall. A sharp pain erupts down my already damaged wrist, but the fumes coming out of my ears keeps me from yelling out in frustrated pain. âYou have a lot to learn, princess,â I growl. âIâll have to teach you a lesson when I get home.â
The sounds of Elisaâs sniffles arenât nearly as delicious as they once were to me. In my mind, sheâs no longer Ciroâs daughter. Sheâs just Elisa. My Elisa. âAiden, please. Felix can help you⦠I think my father has escaped again.â
Thatâs another gut punch. They just keep on coming today. âHow do you figure that?â Iâm ready to set my phone on fucking fire.
Then my thoughts go back to my missed calls. There were at least two from the men I sent over to Calligastaroâs. How recent were they? If something was seriously wrong, they probably would have called Nolan next, then Shane and Niall. But weâve all been so focused on Felix and our grief that I donât remember any of us checking our phones since we arrived here.
âI⦠I donât know. Itâs just a feeling.â Sheâs lying again, of course. It breaks my fucking heart.
âIâve never lied to you, Elisa,â I say. âWhat I donât want to tell you, I stay silent about. Do not lie to me. This wonât work if you dare lie to me.â
For a moment, Iâm met only with silence on the other end of the line. Then, âHe sent me a message,â she whispers, before clarifying. âAt least, I think he did. There was a phone hidden on the property. Last night, he told me where to find it.â
Iâm about to punch the wall again before I think better of it. Still, a blinding rage pulls out my trigger finger. âAnd your friend Felix must have put it there,â I hiss.
âMaybe,â I can practically hear Elisa hang her head in shame. âBut you have to believe me. Heâs not like Father. Felix didnât do it for any selfish reason. He just wants me to be safe.â
Safe.
I want her to be safe too. But by bypassing my security and planting a phone on my property, Felix has made Elisa more vulnerable than ever. âThen heâs either an idiot or heâs just as selfish as your father,â I say, heartlessly. âGo to bed, Elisa. When you wake up, this will all be over. Iâll check up on your father now. And Iâll make sure itâs the last time I ever have to check up on him. Same goes for Felix. In the morning, Iâm the only person youâll have left in this world, and it will be for the better.â
âNo, Aidenââ
I hang up.
Blood rushes through my ears as I march out of the bedroom, down the hall, and straight up to Felix. Niall is about to hook him up to the cables, but I push the Bulldog aside and lay a vicious punch to Felixâs temple.
Something cracks, but it could just as well be one of my bones.
My throat burns as I heave over the wounded man. Elisa cares for him. And if sheâs to be believed, he cares for her too. Without him, this would all become a lot less complicated.
But killing him could also mean losing Elisa forever.
âDo you care what happens to her?â I ask, swaying on my feet, half lost to my own exhaustion. Iâve been bombarded by so much today, and something tells me itâs not over yet.
âYes,â Felix mutters, blood dripping from his lips. Itâs maybe the first time weâve gotten a direct response out of him.
âWho told you to hide that phone for her to find?â
No answer.
âFelix, Iâm offering you a fucking olive branch. I couldnât give two shits about you, but Iâm willing to let you talk your way out of this. Tell me what I need to know to keep her safe.â
Safe.
That word seems to snatch the Italian out of his daze. His glassy eyes pull up to mine. He studies me carefully, as though the character of my soul rests on my pupils.
âWhat is she to you?â he asks.
I can feel my brothers glaring through my back. Part of me wants to end this whole charade right now. Put a bullet through this fuckerâs skull. But another part of is stronger. That part wants me to lay the truth bare.
âEverything,â I whisper.
For a second, no one moves, then Felixâs head sways, as if heâs about to lose consciousness again.
I slap his cheek, trying to bring him back to the land of the living. âWe need your help, Felix. Her fatherâs intentions arenât pure. Sheâs in more danger with him.â
Felix takes a deep painful breath and snaps his neck backwards. âSheâs in danger no matter what,â he gargles. âThey all want her.â
A heavy stone drops in my gut. âWho does? Who wants her?â
âCiro. Dmitry Gazin. The Black Delphi. They want to set up a new world order. But they need her first. They need Elisa. I was just working with them so that I could get to her before anyone else did. But I wasnât going to let them have her. You have to believe meâ¦â
My mind snaps back to the words I tore out of Vladimir Stanislavâs dying throat.
He wants what you stole from him.
He was talking about Elisa. Dmitry Gazin and the Black Delphi want Elisa. My Elisa.
But why?
I have no control as my hand closes around Felixâs throat. âWhy do they need her?â
âI donât know. I swear, I donât knowâ¦â Felix chokes.
When I realize what Iâm doing, I release him.
Suddenly, everything comes rushing back. The missed calls. Calligastaroâs. The manor.
âNolan,â I say, turning to my brother. Thereâs a shocked look plastered on his face, but the sharpness of my voice calls him back to attention. âCall the men we sent to Calligastaroâs asap. Figure out whatâs happening there. Ciro might have escaped. Make sure they double check his cell. If heâs there, I want fucking video proof of it.â
âYes, boss.â
Just like that, weâre back in business mode. Itâs a stark reminder that Iâm the mood setter. If Iâm out of control, my whole operation is. For a moment, I lost myself. But now Iâve returned. Thereâs chaos that needs to be wrangled, and Iâm not going to spare a single part of my empire to get it done.
Iâm back in control.
âShane, you and Niall take whatever men remain at your disposal and pay a visit to the Gallis, the Sabatinos, and the Camporese family. Iâm sure theyâre grieving right now, but stoke some fucking anger in them. They all have sons. And Iâm sure they all feel like we do now. Theyâll want revenge. Promise them a place in my new empire if they join us in our fight against those responsible. Ciro DâIgnoti. Manuel Vignotto. Traitors. They betrayed us all for the Black Delphi. Now itâs time to make sure they pay. Understand?â
âYes, boss.â Shane nods.
Niall still holds the jumper cables. âWhat about him?â he asks, pointing towards Felix.
I begin to untie the Italianâs restraints. âAre you strong enough to help?â I ask, doubting that he will be.
Felix coughs, but doesnât answer right away.
When heâs free, Niall drops the jumper cables and cautiously takes out his gun. I donât reach for my weapon. Instead, I reach out a hand.
âIf you can help, then you are welcome to join me.â
For a moment, Felix stays seated. Then, with great effort, he pushes himself up onto his feet. âIââ He doesnât have the strength to finish. The big Italian collapses on the spot. Instinctively, I reach out and grab him, saving him from a hard fall.
Gently, I lay him to the floor. âCall a doctor and have four guards stand watch,â I order Niall. âHeâs staying here.â
âWhere are you going?â the Bulldog asks.
Now itâs my turn to take my gun out. I check to make sure itâs loaded, then I text my pilot, telling him to get ready for takeoff.
âIâm going home,â I say. Iâm going to get my fucking girl.
Itâs like riding in a submarine, deep beneath the ocean waves, where no light dares venture.
Tonight, clouds cover most of the stars. There is little moonlight. Despite my pilotâs objections, I insisted we leave immediately for the manor.
According to Nolan, my men at Calligastaroâs werenât answering their phones, so he immediately took off with a crew of his own to check out whatâs happening there. Shane and Niall waited behind until the doctor showed up, then they left Felix to go check up on what remains of The Family. The last I heard, the big Italian had regained consciousness. He was asking about Elisa. Is she safe?
Iâm going to make sure of it.
But Iâve got a bad feeling about everything. Iâve tried calling Elisa back on Taraâs phone, to no avail. Iâve tried contacting the security forces I sent over to provide her with extra protection, but they arenât answering either. Despite my clear mind, everything is still foggy. I can only hope that thereâs simply a communication problem, but thatâs far too optimistic for me. Iâm preparing for war.
First and foremost, though, is Elisa. Her safety comes before everything else.
Eventually, the city lights disappear behind us completely. Weâre surrounded by blackness. A million thoughts fill my head, but I let each one drift off into the void. I need to stay focused.
Then, one of those thoughts latches onto my brain stem.
âWhatâs our ETA?â I ask the pilot.
âTen minutes.â
Itâs enough time. I take my phone out and text one of the men tasked with guarding Felix at my penthouse.
Ask him who Sergey Barinov is.
The name stings.
Sergey Barinov sends his regards.
Those were the last words my father ever heard. He must be involved with the Black Delphi, but in what capacity? And what was his problem with my father?
Iâd never heard the name before, but now, itâs all I can think about. Iâd asked Felix about it early on in the interrogation, but, like with everything else, he had kept his mouth shut, so I forgot about it for more pertinent matters.
Now, though, we have his cooperation.
My phone buzzes with a new text.
Shadow leader of the Black Delphi. Apparently, he pulls the strings from somewhere deep in Russia. Thatâs all he knows.
Fuck.
That means this shit with Ciro and Dmitry only scratches the surface of whatâs happening. They may want my Elisa, but Sergey Barinov also wanted my dad dead. Why? It hardly matters. He got his wish. And Iâm not going to rest until I pay him back for it.
My phone buzzes again. Another text. This time, from Nolan.
Thereâs a riot happening at Calligastaroâs. Iâve got no visual on Ciro, but Iâm going in to find him. Weâll quell this shit asap. Iâll text you with an update when I have one.
I know thereâs no point in stopping him.
Be safe.
A fucking riot. This was all planned. I wouldnât be surprised if Ciro and his allies decided to sacrifice Felix to distract us for a while.
Felix. The foolish bastard. He played right into their hand. It was all to protect Elisa, but it may have doomed us.
I stare out into the darkness and try to think.
Suddenly, a bright flash cuts through the impenetrable night. For a moment, all is quiet and dark, but then, a whistling roar grows and a muted fireball of light breaks through the black air.
It takes me a second to realize whatâs happening. When I do, I hardly have time to panic before the missile hits the helicopterâs rotor blades and we go plummeting down into the blackness.