Page 98 of Savage Saint
"I didn't ask for your opinion," I snap, watching as Dante gestures for me to join him. "Just block the signal. I'll deal with the rest."
"The jamming equipment should be at your place tonight," Arrow concedes. "Don't do anything stupid before it arrives."
"Fine, but keep this between us for now," I tell Arrow. "Not a word to my brothers."
"That's a dangerous game, Angelo."
"Just do it." I end the call and pocket my phone, my mind made up. The knowledge that Kasia might have been sent to kill me, that she might still be a weapon pointed at my family's heart, should make me wary. Instead, it only strengthens my resolve.
The Red Widow. Sent to infiltrate us. To destroy us from within.
I should be furious. I should be plotting her execution. Instead, I'm calculating how to keep her.
The fire reflects in the shattered windows of a nearby warehouse, dancing like the dangerous thoughts in my head. Each flame licks higher, matching the growing determination inside me. This isn't just about Nicolosi anymore. This is about Jerzy Kowalczyk, the Polish bastard who thinks he can use my Butterfly as a weapon against me.
I'll dismantle every thread of this conspiracy. I'll disable every trap they've set. I'll burn their operation to the ground just like this port, but with far more precision and much less mercy.
And Kasia...
What will I do with Kasia?
If she still wants to kill us all, if she's still the Red Widow at her core, I won't let her hurt my brothers. Dante and Luca are off-limits. But me? If she wants my blood, she can try. I almost smile at the thought of her making the attempt. Part of me would welcome the fight, welcome the chance to pin her beneath me one final time.
But what if she doesn't? What if the woman I've come to know—the one who trembles in her sleep, who laughs at stupid jokes, who fights alongside me with perfect synchronicity—is real? What if she's no longer the person Jerzy controlled?
My fists clench at my sides. I'll make her tell me everything. Every mission, every kill, every memory that's returned to her. I'll strip her bare, not just her body, but her soul. I'll demand honesty so complete it'll feel like being flayed alive.
Only then, when she's laid herself bare before me, will I offer her a choice: stand beside me or face me as my enemy.
Either way, she'll be mine. My ally or my demise. There's something poetic about potentially dying at the hands of the only woman who's ever made me feel alive.
"Angelo!"
Luca's voice cuts through my thoughts. He's running toward me, phone in hand, face tight with urgency.
"What?" I snap, irritated at the interruption.
"Shots fired at Eclipse," he pants, thrusting his phone at me. On the screen, security footage shows a familiar sleek black Maserati driving past the club's car park. "That's Dante's car."
My blood runs cold. "Kasia."
"And Alessa," Luca adds, his voice tight with worry. "They went there together."
Fuck. Of course she wouldn't stay put. Of course she'd go straight to the lion's den. She's not some damsel to be protected, she's the fucking Red Widow.
"When?" I demand, already moving toward our SUV.
"Less than ten minutes ago. I've got men on the way, but—"
"But they don't know what they're walking into," I finish for him, pulling my gun from its holster to check the magazine. "Tell Dante."
Luca nods, already dialling. "What's the plan?"
I slide into the driver's seat, my mind racing through scenarios, calculating risks. "We go in hard. Clear the club. Get all the girls out."
"And then?" Luca asks through the window as I start the engine.
I grip the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles turn white. "And then we finish this. All of it. Nicolosi, the trafficking, the turf war. It ends tonight."
