Page 1 of Ravage God
PROLOGUE
ELIO
Elio,26
Isa, 18
I looked around,feeling my mood darken.
I was too fucking old for this shit.
And this shit being a high school party.
I moved through the house, ignoring the strong stench of weed and BO teasing my nostrils, along with all the fucking people around. At least they knew better than to fucking get in my way.
I didn’t know where the little brat was, but once I found her, I was going to…
I closed my eyes briefly. I didn’t fucking know what I was going to do.
She was going to be Valentino’s problem, but right now, I just needed to find her. I checked the upstairs, looking through all the bedrooms and seeing teenagers in various stages of undress that I didn’t fucking need to see in the first place, along with a group of dumbasses getting high on crack on the bathroom counter of all places, but no signs of Isa.
The first floor of the house didn’t offer any luck. It wasn’t like this place was all that big. It wasn’t in the worst neighborhood, but it wasn’t in a good one either. Which meant anything could have happened to her.
I clenched and unclenched my fists.
If anything happened to her, I was going to kill any and all motherfuckers involved, whether or not they were still in high school.
My phone vibrated in my pocket, and I pulled it out to see a text from Valentino, asking if I had found her yet.
If he had to ask, it meant he was having the same luck as me.
Fucking hell.
I moved to the backyard and nearly let out a small sigh of relief when I found her standing by the railing of a raised deck.
And she wasn’t alone.
My eyes narrowed on the fucker as he moved in closer to her. She turned and looked at him, a small smile on her face.
The look in her eyes told me she had no fucking clue what the fucker was thinking or planning on doing. The lust in his eyes made me want to kill him. Isa was innocent through and through, which made it even more maddening that she would sneak out to a party. Especially when she knew just who her family was, and just how many enemies were made simply because of their association with the De Luca clan, and especially during her father’s time of ruling as Nevada’s underboss.
Her father had worked directly under my father when he was still alive, and the fucker wasn’t known for his gentle nature. Joseph Gambino made way more enemies than friends.
She had a target on her back simply by carrying the Gambino last name.
I narrowed my eyes when the fucker wrapped his arms around Isa and pulled her in close. She tensed, shaking her head at him, and pulling away.
But the fucker didn’t know how to take no for an answer.
Anger flashed in his eyes, and he made a move to grab her.
I got in between them before he could so much as touch her, staring down at the small fucker.
When he looked up, his eyes told me he was at least halfway to being drunk.
Even then, he knew danger when he was staring right into its face.
He raised his hand and took a step back from me. “Hey, man. We were just having fun.”
