Page 72 of The Diávolos: Part Two
“One day, it’ll all make perfect sense. For now, just remember that everything happens for a reason,” Dion says, his tone soft and reassuring. “We will kill Peter and finally avenge your family.”
At that same moment, the back door creaks open and Angelica’s face appears through the crack. Dion gives me a knowing smile and heads back inside, leaving me alone with Angelica in the back alley.
“Can we talk?”
I bob my head, finishing my cigarette and crushing it under my shoe.
“I’ve been selfish, so focused on how I’ve been feeling about all of this that I didn’t stop to think that you were suffering too,” Angelica admits, her voice coming out shaky.
I swallow the lump in my throat, waiting for her to continue. Her father is responsible for leaving me alone in this world. I’m struggling to grapple with that reality.
“I regret my behavior. As much as I resent you for the way you treated me last year, I’ve been ignoring your feelings about this whole situation.”
My gaze is fixed on Angelica, but there’s a guardedness around me now, a shield to protect myself from the pain.
“I want to apologize for making this even harder on you,” Angelica says, playing with her nails to calm her nerves. “I never meant to hurt you or disregard your feelings. I just…I got socaught up in my own problems that I couldn’t see anything else.” She takes a deep breath.
I stand there, the unexpected apology and openness hangs in the air, catching me off guard like a sudden gust of wind. My mind, usually quick to formulate responses, now finds itself at a loss for words.
Angelica continues, her voice now a desperate plea. “The last thing I wanted was to make you feel unimportant. That I don’t care that you’re grieving. Because I do.”
I finally break my silence, my eyes softening a fraction. “I appreciate your honesty.” Angelica reaches out to touch me, but I move my hand away. “But we need to be a team, Angelica. No more you against me. We’re married now. Our problems are now joined, so we have to work together to fix them.”
She nods earnestly. “I’m willing to do that. I mean, that’s why we got married in the first place, right? To help each other.”
My jaw ticks. “Right.” Of course, she’s still treating our marriage like a fucking convenience.
“What’s next?” she asks, oblivious to my tone.
“We find your father. Once that’s done, we invade the Sisterhood. That’s where I’ll need your help.”
“We found him,” Xander says on the other end of the line.
It’s been a few days since my wedding, and I’ve spent them plotting with my men how to move forward with our plan to overthrow the Sisterhood and find Peter.
I’ve just arrived at the construction site of the new warehouse in Old Cebrene. I have depots all over the city, but none of them are around Academia. I’ve taken advantage of the time it’ll need to be repaired and renovated to focus my attention on theconstruction of a new building to continue the growth of my business.
Even though I’ve been away for more than a year, I still worked on expanding our importing and exporting of arms and ammo.
As I step on the rubble in front of the construction site, slipping on a hard hat, I respond to Xander before hanging up, euphoria rushing through me. “Bring him to me.”
It seems our hackers have finally found Peter, and the thought fucking exhilarates me. The fact that Peter believed he could disappear without a trace is a joke. I can’t wait to get my hands on him. Especially as the news of what he did to my family is still fresh.
I shoot a quick text to Gianis.
Me: We got him. Meet me at the main warehouse asap.
An hour later, I get out of my white and black Bugatti Chiron at the front of the building where multiple cars surround the property already.
Gianis’s red Ferrari 458, Dion’s black Maybach, and Xander’s silver G-wagon.
There are guards all over the place.
Elias greets me at the front door where he’s stationed. “Afentikó, we’ve brought him to you alive, but I can’t guarantee he’s unharmed.” He raises his hands.
I chuckle. “Thank you. He won’t be alive for long, my friend, so it doesn’t matter.”
The pungent odor of the hundreds of crates of ammunition hangs heavy in the air. The further I walk, the stronger the sickeningly dry, sweet metallic scent of blood is. It lingers at theback of my throat, but I feel a surge of happiness. I’m finally going to get my revenge.
