Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 82485 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82485 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
When he starts the engine and follows behind Dante, who’s in the SUV in front of us, I pull my phone out of my pocket and type out a text to Haven.
Leo: We’ve landed in Croatia. I hope you’re enjoying your time with your mother. I love you, stellina mia.
I put the device away, and my thoughts turn to Nicolo.
I haven’t decided how I’m going to kill the fucker once I’m done getting all my answers. I keep thinking of different ways. Everything from beating him to death to letting rats eat their way through his gut.
Cazzo, rats are out of the question because I don’t have any.
After a while of driving, Massimo says, “We’re five minutes away.”
I roll my shoulders and say a silent prayer that I won’t lose any men today.
My gaze focuses on our surroundings. The coastal area is luxurious, and the mansions are spaced far apart from each other.
Dante speeds up, and when he turns and drives through a set of black gates, all the SUVs follow, and a few seconds later, we come to a screeching halt.
I shove Massimo’s machine gun onto his lap, and throwing my door open, I jump out of the vehicle. Gunfire erupts as soon as my men pour from their SUVs.
As they storm the mansion, taking out Vito’s guards, Massimo and I bring up the rear.
Dante’s the first to breach the front door, and I glance at Massimo, “He’s like a bulldozer.”
“Just very passionate about his job,” my right-hand man replies with a chuckle.
We enter the mansion where bodies lie scattered on the tiles, then I hear Dante’s voice through the earpiece I’m wearing. “We’re by the pool.”
“Which way do we go?” I ask no one in particular.
“Through that door, boss,” Mattia answers, pointing at a doorway to our left.
The mansion is decorated in bright blue and yellow, with weird statues of balloon animals.
“Cazzo, Vito’s taste sucks ass,” I mutter.
“You can say that again,” Massimo agrees right before we step through French doors and out onto a patio.
Four young women, dressed in bikinis, are holding each other while my men have guns on them.
“Take the women inside. They don’t leave before we do, but make sure they see nothing,” Massimo orders.
My eyes land on Nicolo and Vito, where they’re sitting on lounge chairs with drinks in their hands.
My rage spikes dangerously as I look at the two men who’ve been living the good life the past two weeks.
Dante and Ricco have their guns trained on the two fuckers’ heads.
“I’m offended that I wasn’t invited to the party,” I say, my voice tense as I hand my machine gun to Massimo.
I pull my Glock from behind my back and take a seat on a chair near them. Glancing around at the weirdly shaped bushes, I shake my head before I lift my arm and pull the trigger.
Vito’s head snaps back as the bullet hits him between the eyes, and his drink goes flying onto the paving.
Now it’s me and the man who ruined my fucking life and took the Messinas from me.
The man who kidnapped Carina and hid her from me.
Looking at Nicolo, I mutter, “Button up your shirt.” I gesture with my gun at his belly and gray chest hair. “No one wants to see that.”
He sets his drink down beside him and buttons his shirt before asking, “How did you find me?”
“What’s that saying about a scorned woman?” I try to remember, but then shake my head. “It doesn’t matter.” I stand up again and walk closer to him, then pointing my weapon at his left leg, I shoot him in the knee.
Nicolo lets out a roar while he grabs his leg, pain etched deep into his features, and it soothes my anger a little.
“Imagine my surprise when I found out Haven is Carina,” I growl.
Hatred tightens Nicolo’s features even more. “I should’ve killed her. I fucking knew this would bite me in the ass.”
“Grow a pair of balls and admit why you did it,” I demand.
Nicolo glares up at me. “Why, you’re going to kill me anyway.”
“Yes, but you can either die quick or I can torture you.” I glance at the view of the ocean. “I made a friend in South America who has the most creative ways of making people suffer. I’ve heard he recently cut off a man’s cock. Imagine that.” I shake my head and look at Nicolo again. “It had to have hurt a lot.”
“Your father was a loose cannon!” Nicolo shouts. “Everyone wanted him dead. I just had the guts to do it. It’s a pity you survived, though,” he taunts me. “How did it feel when you realized you forced the girl you were searching for all this time to marry you?”
He's baiting me so I’ll give him a quick death out of anger, and it almost works as rage explodes through me. Before I can think things through, I shoot him in his other knee.