Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 32452 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 162(@200wpm)___ 130(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32452 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 162(@200wpm)___ 130(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
My cell phone beeped, and I reached into my pocket. The moment I saw the alert, I knew exactly where to find Serra. My instinct was to go to the safe house. But the only way to end this was to get to Serra, and I gave my men the order. They were to go to the safe house, secure the location, and I would give them orders on what to do next.
As for me, I had one place I needed to be, and I should have known Serra would come back to where this all started.
I found Serra, the man responsible for ordering the death of my sister. She had been sold to a businessman, who had been using her for his own personal pleasure. The marks on her body had shown the abuse she had suffered in the short time she’d been taken.
But, when Serra learned what I was doing, he took her back and had her killed and dumped.
This is where I found Vincenzo Serra, the man I had become obsessed with. He was a man in his seventies and had been slowly passing his legacy to his sons. Both of which I had already killed. It had been easy to take them out.
Vincenzo was standing at the edge of the river, staring into it. He was in an expensive suit, designer, probably Italian. I held a gun in my hand, and it had been a long night, and I hadn’t gotten off scathed. I had a bullet to the shoulder, and one had grazed my thigh. It had been a battle. A bloodbath. They arrested whoever I didn’t kill.
“You know, the moment I looked into her eyes, she told me I was going to be sorry,” Vincenzo said. “There had been a lot of women over the years, many of whom didn’t accept their fate, but they were scared. She was scared, but she was also defiant. I had never met a woman like her. Even after my men had beaten her, she wasn’t truly beaten. She was sold, and used, and I took her and she knew you were coming for her. She was still not beaten.”
My sister was stubborn.
“When I forced her to take the poison that would end her life, and she knew she was dying, she told me with her last breath that I was going to regret what I had done.” Vincenzo looked toward me. He had a scar down his face, from the top of his head to his neck.
“She gave me this,” he said.
I was so proud of my sister. She was a firecracker, and it gave me peace to know they didn’t win.
“I had no idea the fight I had started, but it was because of her, wasn’t it?” Vincenzo asked.
“You should have given her back when you had the chance,” I said. “I warned you.”
“And I thought you were nothing more than a joke. A bug that needed to be squashed.” Vincenzo sighed. “How about we call a truce? I have your wife, Alba Marini.” He tutted. “Doesn’t it bother you that the woman you have is going to have Serra blood in her veins?”
“No, it doesn’t,” I said.
“And you think killing me is going to stop this?” he asked. You think it’s going to stop everything that is happening? There are powers at play you couldn’t even imagine.”
I fired my first bullet, and it took out his leg.
He was an old man, but I was not deceived by his age. What he had done over his lifetime would even shock the Devil. This man was pure evil, and he took pleasure in making those around him suffer. Killing him would do the world a service.
“You’re never going to know a moment’s peace,” Vincenzo said. “People will hunt you down. There is no running from this.”
I took out his other leg, and he fell to the ground on his knees. I felt nothing. No pity. No remorse.
Vincenzo had picked the perfect spot, because I had the image of my sister here, in the water, in my head. I had the memory of her, and it was a reminder of what he had taken. My sister, my family, my fucking dogs. All taken because of this sick fuck.
I took a step toward him, then another, and when he pulled out a gun, I was not surprised, but the gun fell to the ground as he screamed and grabbed his hand. I couldn’t help but have a little respect for the bastard, because he still wasn’t begging or pleading for his life.
“Do you think I’m going to run away?” I asked, closing the distance between us.
I fired my gun and shot him in the shoulder.
This time, he was screaming, and the sound was the sweetest music to my ears. “I’m going to stay right here, and everything you touched will be destroyed. I will make sure your name means nothing. Everything you built will come crumbling down.”