Page 37 of The Diávolos: Part Two
“Peter,” Dion says without hesitation.
“How do you know?”
“The cops spoke to the last person who left the club. It was one of our bartenders. He said that some guy came in and ordered drinks at the bar for a couple hours. Right before he left, he paid his bill and left a note on the back of it that said: ‘This is for fucking my daughter.’”
“Are you serious right now?” It couldn’t have been Peter himself—he would’ve been recognized—so he must’ve sent one of his goons to pass the message. Surely, he doesn’t know about our marriage yet; this act must be about my relationship with her last year.
“Couldn’t be more serious. The bartender kept the note and gave it to the detective,” Dion responds.
This is arson, but it’s not like the cops are going to do shit. They’re all either paid off by some family or don’t want to get on the mob’s bad side. Either way, we like taking care of our own problems.
I let out a loud grumble, not believing how things keep getting worse. It’s unlike me to not deal with bad situations as soon as they arise. I’ve taken too long to deal with the Kouvalakis clan and get revenge for my uncle, and Peter is taking advantage. This is what happens when you spend an entire year focusing on a woman instead of your family empire. I want to curse myself for being so fucking stupid, but Angelica is what’s most important to me.
Either way, that motherfucker needs to die.
After several long silent beats, Dion speaks up. “Evan…I know you don’t want to leave her, but you’re going to lose everything—including Angelica—if you don’t come back and deal with Peter.”
Just then, I remember that Dion is unaware of what happened yesterday. He and Xander left soon after we arrived at Hendrick'sbird’s eye.
“I’m getting married.”Ambiguous, I know. So I don’t blame Dion for his reaction to the news.
“You’re what?” he shouts incredulously.
I chuckle, although the situation is not funny. Who am I kidding? It’s comical as fuck. “Angelica and I are getting married. It was decided yesterday,” I reply, not wanting to offer more information.
“What the fuck? How did you get her to agree to that?”
“It’s the only logical next step.”
Dion still sounds bewildered. “Did Angelica have a bad fall and hit her head? Was she on drugs? This makes no sense, man.”
“I didn’t think she’d agree, either, trust me.” Which would have obliged me to force her into it…“But it’s all to get closeto her father again. She needs a reason to go back to Cebrene. When Peter is dead, she’ll need reinforcements to take over the clan, and what better way than to get married to another Godfather. No one will question her legitimacy if both families are joined.”
The more I think about it, the more comfortable I become with the plan; it’s what I targeted Angelica for in the first place. But it does nothing to settle the deep ache in my chest. Ironically, I feel like getting married will remove all the progress I’ve made to get her back.
Dion absorbs the information. “And you’ll get to finally control the east side of Cebrene and the port.”
I hum in response.
“When’s the big day, then?” Dion asks.
“We haven’t gotten that far yet. But I want it to be soon, so I can deal with her piece of shit father.”
“Alright. I’ll hold down the fort until you get here, but make it quick or I’ll kill him myself,” Dion warns.
“I’m the one who makes the threats, tough guy.”
“Have you forgotten who you put in charge while you spent a year on a love quest?” Dion asks with a mocking tone.
“I ought to kick your ass for the way you talk to me,” I grumble.
“No. You ought tokissmy ass for all the shit I do for you. Put some respect on my name.”
“You won’t have an ass when I’m done with you,vlakas.”
“Oh, kinky!” Dion exclaims.
I let out a deep laugh. “You’re unbearable. I’ll keep you posted.”
