Page 74 of Giovanni the Savage

I raise a brow when he winces. “Sound familiar?”

He groans. “I’m sorry, man. Killing your father wasn’t in the cards.”

“But killing me was?”

“We were desperate to reclaim our territory, and our fathers had years of feud that ended when my father died, so I had to avenge.”

“Your father died of cancer, Victor.” I decide to hit a nerve. “A weak man, if you ask me.”

He doesn’t react, but I know he’s boiling inside.

“Well, at least he wasn’t murdered.”

My gun slams the side of his head in an instant because I saw that coming.

“Isn’t it a shame that you will be?” I ask.

“My men will come after you and that slut of yours.”

I lift my leg up and kick him in his balls. His eyes widen, and he screams.

“Her name’s Luna, and unless your men can operate when they’re dead, I think you’re mistaken.”

His eyes widen in realization.

“You’re the only one of the American mob alive.” I can see his eyes glaze over. “So, unless you have an illegitimate child somewhere, it’ll be wiped out forever.”

“Please.” His voice is broken.

I laugh at his pleas.

“That won’t do anything for you.”

I hold the knife firmly and tilt his chin up. A tear falls from his eyes just as I slit his throat.

“Clean up this mess,” I order and walk away.

I’ve always imagined what this day would look like. The day I catch my father’s killer and bring him justice. I imagined I’d be over the moon and ecstatic and maybe even go for drinks to celebrate. I never imagined that I would feel so empty and hollow even after I’ve achieved my mission.

Then I realize it’s not my revenge that makes me feel hollow; it’s Luna. This is exactly how my life was before she stepped in with her rays of sunshine and added color to it.

My body and soul crave her more than I care to admit. After hearing Victor’s side of the story, I feel bad for pushing her away, but a part of me wishes she would have told me. I would have done everything to protect her from them.

However, I can’t turn back the hands of time, so I just have to live with it.

CHAPTER TWENTY - Luna

I squint and pry my eyes open when I feel light streaming through the blinds Ashley is aggressively opening.

“Stop,” I groan, turning away from the light.

“It’s eleven a.m., girl, wake up!” Ashley says and sits on the bed.

“I’m still feeling sleepy,” I lie.

She hums. “We both know you’ve been awake ever since crying.”

I roll my eyes, and she pouts at me.

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