Page 94 of Dark Mafia Heir

“That is enough!”

I look over Salvatore’s shoulder to find my father standing several feet away from me. His eyes are bright under the moonlight, but his face is void of any emotions.

Salvatore snarls at me and moves away as my father approaches.

Tears I didn’t know I was holding back start to run down my face. “Dad, why are you doing this?”

My father stops in front of me. He gives me a pitiful look and shakes his head. “I worked so hard to get here, Vivienne. I won’t let anyone destroy everything I worked for, not even you.”

“But…” More tears stream down my face. “I am your daughter. How could you choose material things over me; over your grandchild?”

“Antonio’s spawn is not my grandchild, and you’re a disappointment, Vivienne. I regret that you’re my daughter. Your sister hates me because of you.”

An alarm goes off in my head as the realization that I hadn’t seen Harper starts to dawn on me. “What did you do to my sister?”

“Nothing…yet. You and Antonio will disappear tonight, and everything will go back to the way it should be.” He lowers his voice to a whisper. “Your sister will forget you. The world will forget you ever existed.”

The pain I feel is almost physical. I throw my hands forward, hitting my father’s shoulder and screaming. “You bastard. You’re insane. You should have been the one to die and not Mom.”

“Your mother deserved everything she got. She wouldn’t have died if she’d not tried to save Antonio’s family from me,” he grips my shoulders and throws me down to the floor.

My eyes widen with shock. “You killed Mom? You’re responsible for everything that happened to Antonio’s family?”

“His father should have never been Capo. Too bad Dante took the boy and raised him,” Salvatore answers this time. “He should have died with the rest of his family.”

My heart sinks to my stomach. I feel a lot of things at once—disgust, hatred, anger. I want to kill Salvatore and my father. God, I hate them so much.

I turn to my father, looking into his eyes and pleading, hoping all of this is a façade and nothing more.

He doesn’t give me the answer I desperately want to hear, though.

“I killed them, Vivienne. Antonio’s family, every last one of them. It had to be done. And I killed your mother, too.”

My father’s voice is calm, too calm, as if he’s talking about closing a business deal and not ending lives. The weight of his confession presses on my chest, and I can barely breathe.

“You’re lying,” I whisper, my voice trembling as my knees threaten to give out beneath me. The sea breeze chills the tears streaking my face, but I don’t wipe them away. “Tell me you’re lying.”

He doesn’t.

Instead, he turns, his back straight, his hands clasped behind him like this is just another night at the office. Like he hasn’t just shattered my world. “I won’t kill you. You’re my daughter, after all. I’ll kill Antonio, and you’ll get rid of that bastard in your stomach, and things will go back to the way it was.”

“I’ll never get rid of my baby, and I’ll not let you kill Antonio.”

He spares a glance, and then he turns away again. He doesn’t respond to anything I say after.

The silence is suffocating, broken only by the distant sound of water lapping against the docks. My head is spinning, my stomach twisting as I try to make sense of what he’s just admitted.

Antonio’s face flashes in my mind—his dark, piercing eyes, the quiet grief he carries like armor. And now I know why.

A sharp crack slices through the air, shattering the silence. A gunshot.

I flinch, my heart leaping into my throat as the sound echoes through the port, bouncing off the steel walls of the shipping containers.

My father doesn’t flinch, but Salvatore does. His eyes bulge as if he’s as surprised by the gunshot as I am.

“What the hell is that?”

“Check what it is,” my father orders his men.

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