Page 133 of Veiled Amor

Death would be too easy for him.

Taking away his freedom and liberties. Making Nicholas adhere to the ruling of someone else, would be a much slower death.

More satisfying, that was for damn sure.

Not all revenge had to come with the sharp end of a knife.

Capone would smile for the rest of his fucking life, knowing Nicholas was suffering.

“And is that why you killed the Mercado’s? Because of entertainment?”

Nicholas dared smile.

Can’t kill him. Can’t kill him.

Not with a fleet of FEDS on their way.

But his trigger finger flexed as he shoved a hand into his jeans pocket.

“A lesson had to be learned.”

“My parents, brothers, their wives, and my baby sister were innocent.”

“Casualties of war. Santiago got above his station. He was never supposed to rise higher than the level of a dog. He was a good fetcher, but he tried to outsmart me. Silly boy.”

“That’s why you had them killed?”

“Yes. My man did them humanely, you can be grateful for that. But I did your brother personally. He had to know their deaths were his fault.”

“Finished?” He asked, tone cold as ice. “That’s good, I was getting bored with listening to you. You’re so desperate to control Lucia with your thumb on her forehead that you don’t realize you’ve lost her. You should have stuck to your blow and hookers, Cole. Lucia is mine, and she’s mine throughherchoice. You won’t get another chance to come near her.”

This conversation was asinine anddone.

But he had something long overdue to do first when he made to walk away, but at the last second, he turned, cocked back his fist, and let it fly until it connected to Cole’s face.

Anger.

Fury.

Hate.

It pulsed through Capone’s bloodstream as he used one hand to hold his enemy’s shirt while the other caused carnage to Cole’s face.

Giving him death was too humane for this guy.

Capone wanted to see him deteriorate, tosuffer.

“You took everything from me. Now I take everything from you. Lucia is mine, always has been.” Seeing the damage he’d caused up close, blood spurting from Cole’s face, Capone smiled and pushed his nose into Cole’s broken cheekbone, the other man groaned, defeated. “I could stab a hundred holes into you right now, watch you die at my feet, and you couldn’t do a thing, you weak piece of piss.”

Capone’s lip curled, pushing Cole away until the older man groaned and staggered on his feet, blood oozing out onto his once pristine suit. Capone casually wiped off his bloody knuckles on Cole’s shirt. “You’ll regret this, Mercado,” he moaned, spitting blood onto the floor.

“Doubt it.”

Feeling less heavy inside, Capone chuckled at the door.

“Looks like you have visitors,comepinga.” He announced as he watched car after car pull into the driveway. The cavalry had arrived. Hunt didn’t so much as acknowledge Capone as the two men passed each other. Capone walked to the love of his life, and Hunt headed into the mansion to make the most significant arrest of his career.

Sometimes a win came in another form.

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