Page 156 of Driftwood Daffodil

I watched her retreating form and muttered, "Pfft, pussy.”

She gave up way too easily. Gio hadn’t even reached death threat status yet.

Once she rounded the corner I let out the breath I was holding and looked back in the room. Gio was really angry. His fists were furling causing the veins in his forearms to stand out. My plan was to try and trade information for my brother’s safety, but he didn’t appear to be in a negotiating mood. Did I really want to go in there when he was that mad?

“God damnit!” Gio roared and flipped a desk like it weighed no more than a feather.

Yes, yes I did. If for nothing else than to defend my title.

“Yeah, fuck that desk,” I said while stepping in the room. “I didn’t like it either.”

His back went rigid and I could hear his teeth grinding.

Excellent.

“Get lost, Nova.” He growled without so much as glancing back at me.

Now why would I do something smart like that? Besides…

“I need to talk to you.” Pussy ass pansy face may have walked away before he flipped his lid, but I was here for him.

“Trust me, you really don’t want to be here right now.”

Oh, but I did. I wanted to push his buttons until he freaked the fuck out. Then he might have a modicum of understanding on how I felt.

“I really didn’t want my brother to get stabbed either, so…”

Gio lost his brother, I got it. And I felt for him. I really did. It sucked when you lost someone you loved. But Kato didn’t deserve this.

When he spun around anger still toyed with his expression, but so did a twinge of satisfaction. “Did he survive?”

This mother…

“Yes.”

If he hadn’t survived then I’d be stabbing him with one of those desk legs right now.

It took everything I had not to slap him when his bottom lip popped out in a mocking frown.

“Too bad.”

Rage flowed through my jaw as he stood there glaring at me.

“Leave Kato alone.”

Gio didn’t even give me the courtesy of fake hesitation. He just spat out a flat, “no.”

As much as I wanted to follow pussy ass pansy face’s lead and storm out, I had to at least try and reason with him.

So I crossed my arms and firmly stated, “He’s doing his time.”

Justice had been decided. That should be good enough.

“Not good enough.”

I sighed as Gio turned around and walked over to the broken desk. “What would be good enough?”

“Well, he owes us a life debt, so…” He flipped the desk back on what remained of its feet and glanced over his shoulder. “His death should about cover it.”

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