Page 156 of Ravage God
“Don’t lie to me. I know it’s not.”
He shook his head, smiling a little. “I’m not. Now kiss me again.”
I covered my mouth. Nuh-uh. There were just some lines you didn’t cross. His eyes danced.
He was about to say something when my hospital door opened, and Valentino walked in. Elio took one look at his serious expression and tensed. “What is it?”
“There have been sightings of Joseph in Las Vegas.”
Dad was here? Was he stupid? That was a death sentence.
“Do we have eyes on him?” Elio asked, already sitting up.
Valentino nodded. “It looks like he is heading back to the house.”
“Maybe to grab some things. Cash he had lying around?”
“Why do you think he’s back now?”
“Because he doesn’t have the backing of the Devil’s Wings MC anymore. Because the club is scrambling to put itself back together after Waylen’s death, and most of the information Joseph had on us is useless to the MC. I’m sure they kicked him out.” Elio looked at me, conflicted.
“Go do what you have to do,” I said, knowing he and Valentino would want to take care of this themselves. “I’ll be fine right here.”
He nodded and pressed a hard kiss on my lips. “I’ll be back soon. There are men posted outside. Nothing will happen to you. Never again. So be my good girl and rest up.”
I shot him a small smile and waved at my brother.
They left the room shortly after, leaving me alone in the quietness.
I wasn’t worried. While Dad might have starred in many of my nightmares, I knew he was no match against Valentino or Elio.
I just wanted them back with me.
I wanted Elio back so we could start our life together and leave all this behind.
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ELIO
We came up to the Gambinos’house.
It had sat empty for over a week, but now, I could see movement behind the curtains.
Valentino and I shared a look.
“Is he alone?” I asked.
Valentino nodded.
“How do you want to do this?”
Because as much as I would love nothing more than to beat Joseph Gambino to a bloody pulp, this was Valentino’s revenge.
“We can just walk through the front door. Have men stand out in the back in case he tries to escape that way,” he said.
I shrugged. Simple and effective.
Joseph was no longer a threat but a nuisance we needed to deal with. And that was all.
