Page 73 of The Diávolos: Part Two
Everything I’ve plotted for and worked toward has brought me to this very moment.
Gianis spots me first and meets me halfway.
“Your men killed everyone at Peter’s safehouse. Kastellanos must’ve heard that we got Peter. He just left the city.”
I’m not surprised Philip left. He knows I’ll be coming for him next. Philip Kastellanos has been Peter’s partner in crime from the very beginning, so he has as much blood on his hands as Kouvalakis.
“Thank you.” I pat him on the shoulder. “Now, let’s get this party started!” I yell out to my men.
I enter one of the smaller office spaces and find Peter sitting in the corner, tied to a chair. His head hangs low, blood dripping from his mouth. His clothes are stained, and his hair is crusted with the red substance.
At the sound of my voice, he attempts to raise his head, but he’s beaten so badly, he fails to straighten his posture.
When I reach him, I kick his legs hard.
“Look at me, you piece of shit.” But he still doesn’t lift his head.
Instead, a deep rumble erupts from his throat, and he spits down at my feet, spluttering saliva and blood all over my expensive shoes.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” I snarl.
I grip Peter’s hair, and bring my knee up to his face, knocking him right in the nose.
Blood sprays on my suit. The bastard has already soiled my pants and shoes, might as well take advantage and beat the fuck out of him before I get my answers.
Peter lets out a howl, swearing in Greek, which turns into a surge of uncontrollable, absurd laughter.
The bitter taste of revenge lingers on my tongue. This is the moment I’ve been waiting for—the confrontation with the man who mercilessly took away everything from me.
His cold eyes meet mine with a perverse satisfaction. His face wears the arrogance of a predator who believes he’s untouchable.
I stand up straighter and roll my shoulders back, glaring at him. It’s taking everything in me not to pull out my knife and saw Peter’s fucking head off. But I think of Angelica and how I know she’ll want to get her closure before her father dies.
The memories flood back anyway—my sister’s laughter, my mother’s warmth, my father’s calm guidance. Anguish and rage clash within me, threatening to consume the last dregs of my humanity.
My fingers curl into fists, the urge to unleash my wrath clawing at the edges of my restraint. “You tookeverythingfrom me.” I seethe, my voice a low growl. “You’re going to pay for what you’ve done.”
Peter’s sinister grin only widens. “I should have killed you too! You should bethankingme for sparing you, but instead here you are!” he shouts in a fit of maniacal laughter. And there’s the truth. Right from the viper’s mouth.
A bitter chuckle comes out of my mouth. “You’ve got it all wrong, Peter.” I start walking in circles around him. He tries to follow me with his gaze but can’t turn his head more than a few inches. “I’m the oneyoushould be thanking. I’ve keptyoualive after all these years, despite knowing how wasteful you are as a human, knowing you’d killed my uncle. Better yet, you should thank your daughter for sparing your life. If it weren’t for her, you would have died the same day I killed Jurian.”
I stand in front of him again and lower myself to his eye level. “And you should thank her now because your dear Angelica is saving you again.” The temptation to reach for the gun at my sidematches the throbbing pulse in my veins. The truth is, killing him won’t bring my family back, won’t erase the void that now occupies my heart. But every fiber of my being is screaming for retribution.
I will get my revenge, but I have to be patient.
Peter’s eyes glisten as if he has gotten the best news.
“Don’t get too excited,maláka. You will die at my hands, but not before Angelica gets her answers.”
“Do you know who the fuck you’re talking to, you worthless piece of shit? I’ll murder you with my bare hands!” he chokes out. “And you!” he shouts at Gianis. “You fucking traitor! I’ll kill you too.” Gianis is a wall of stone as he watches his boss throw a tantrum.
Putting my hands on my knees to lift myself up, I look around the room to the others who have been watching this interaction.
“Dion, bring me something that goesboom.”
His eyes light up like a kid in a candy store. “I thought you’d never ask!”
A couple minutes later, Dion comes back with a small explosive device.
