Page 102 of Ruthless God

I grabbed one hand. “Was this the one that touched my wife?”

I didn’t give him the chance to answer. With a small twist of my hand, I felt the bone connecting in his wrist give way. The pained howl he let out was loud enough that even the roaring of bloodlust in my ears couldn’t drown it out.

I threw the hand back at him and grabbed the other one. He shook his head. “Please, Massimo.”

I ignored him. “Or was it this one?”

I broke that one as well, not getting any satisfaction from it.

It wasn’t enough.

He could suffer a thousand deaths in the worst way imaginable, and it still wouldn’t fucking be enough.

I leaned down close until he could hear me over the noise of all my men cheering on the bloodbath.

“How fortunate for you this is going to end soon,” I said, watching his eyes glaze over. I reached inside my shirt for the blade, letting the metal catch the light.

“Were you looking for this?” I asked.

I watched as recognition entered his dead eyes. He reached for it, and I smiled, simply holding it out of reach. Did he think I was going to give it to him?

I looked off to the left until my eyes met Enzo’s. He shook his head. My smile widened as I brought the blade down on Marco’sheart, feeling the warmth of his blood coating my hand. I pulled back and plunged the knife back in, over and over again, hitting close to the same spots I had done when I killed my father.

I didn’t know when Marco took his last breath. I was too busy watching my uncle, but once I was sure he was dead, I had expected the tension, the anger, to fall away.

It didn’t.

Marco was dead, but he’d still hurt my wife, and there was nothing I could do that would erase that.

I stood up to the silent crowd, covered in Marco’s blood, as shock filled their faces.

Then I raised my hand, holding the blade up, and cheers erupted.

I signaled for Romeo to come over. “Burn the body,” I said.

He nodded and dragged the body away as Enzo had finally pulled away from Elio’s grasp and was currently crouched in the corner, retching.

I kept my eyes on him, not feeling much of anything as one thought ran through my mind over and over again.

The fucker was next.

25

LUNA

I wokeup with a pounding headache.

It had been a week since Massimo came back from his trip to New York.

A week since Marco was here and…

It had been a week of restless nights and not feeling like myself.

I felt…

Weak and useless.

And scared.

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