Page 74 of Savage
“Wait, in the hospital? Who would be dumb—”
“Rocco?” Feleti asked.
I nodded as I balled my hands together. “The old man has to know where that weasel is at.”
Ken cleared his throat. “He took them?” he whispered the question as if he were scared to ask me.
I met his gaze, and he nodded, not needing me to put it in words. I wanted to lash out to start hitting anyone and everything, but I stayed perfectly still until we arrived at the main house.
“If they don’t let us in, kill them,” I said.
No one would keep me from going after my boys. We walked up the steps to the doors.
“Elio, are we really doing this?”
My fist crashed against the door. Instead of it opening, four guards came toward me.
“Elio, you know the rules. No outsiders unless invited. Get back in your car and go,” one of them said.
I didn’t check who it was as I pulled my knife out and threw it at him. The blade’s wet sound embedding into his throat set everyone off at once. My gun was in my hand, Ken and Feleti at my back firing off.
All four guards dropped, but now that they’d started shooting, more showed up.Fine.I wasn’t willing to wait for the door to be opened. I found a rock while the guys handled the approaching guards. I threw it at the window, and the glass shattered upon impact.
I kicked the remaining glass out of my way as I climbed through. Ken was behind me. I didn’t worry about Feleti; he could handle his own.
“What the fu—” I shot a guard in between the eyes, blood splattering on me. I headed toward the staircase. There was only one place I needed to go.
The old man should have let me kill Rocco when he first started fucking up. He always preached that family was important, but he was about to discover that even my family wasn’t above my boys.
I killed every person that got in my way. More blood decorated the walls than paint by the time I reached the old man’s room. Ken ran up behind me, kicking the door open.
“Where are they?” I asked.
The old man looked me up and down. I was covered in his men’s blood from head to toe. I showed no one mercy, not when my boys had been taken.
“Elio, have you lost your mind?”
I took a step toward him. The glint of his gun peeked from under the cover, but I didn’t care. He’d have to kill me.
“I haven’t yet, but if I don’t get them back, you just might see what an unstable me looks like.” I rolled my shoulders back. “Rocco thought it fitting to take them. I know you know where they are.”
The old man grimaced. “All of this for some—”
“I wouldn’t,” Ken warned.
The old man glared at him. “Why the hell are you doing in my home?”
“Where are they?” I repeated.
The old man turned back to look at me. “I told you never to have a weakness.”
I caulked my gun and met his green eyes. The old man made me, but he had no idea what fueled me now. The promise of blood and screams was my only pleasure in life until I tasted true bliss. My boys.
“They are mine.”
“You would turn against your family?” The old man spat. “I didn’t raise you this way.”
If I could laugh, I would. He’d raised me to be a monster; no family ties would change that. I killed just as many Laureati as I’ve killed enemies. It did not matter. Yet, my boys were the one thing he’d never succeed in making me let go of. And if he ever took them by force, no power on this earth could stop me from wiping out the entire Laureati bloodline.
