By Fate I Conquer (Sins of the Fathers #4) Read Online Cora Reilly

Categories Genre: Angst, Dark, Forbidden, Mafia, New Adult, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Sins of the Fathers Series by Cora Reilly
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Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 136915 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 685(@200wpm)___ 548(@250wpm)___ 456(@300wpm)
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“You want peace because you want the Falcone girl!” one of the men shouted.

“What about your wife? Where’s she? There are rumors that a Falcone killed her.”

“I was about to divorce Cressida, and ask Greta Falcone for her hand.” New whispers arose. “Cressida tried to have Greta killed.”

“She was the enemy, so what?”

“She is the woman I chose to be mine,” I growled, fixing the man who had spoken with a glower. “And nobody touches what’s mine. I allowed Nevio to avenge his sister as I did with the men who hurt my sister many years ago. And tonight the Capo of the Camorra and his son are here to finish their revenge with our help as a sign of our new truce and show of our unity as a soon to be family.”

Remo and Nevio stepped up on the stage in that moment on Dad’s sign.

I motioned Remo and Nevio to join my father and me at the front. “We’ll be stronger than before. We’ll create new, stronger bonds and we’ll beat down our enemies with utmost cruelty.”

Remo gave me a twisted grin. I imagined he appreciated my words.

“What about you, Matteo,” an older soldier stepped forward. “That Falcone boy kidnapped your wife and daughter with his friends and you tell me you’re going to become family?”

Matteo’s answering smile had my pulse spike again. Nevio still managed to appear completely unperturbed. I wondered if Remo had given him a sedative. That crazy fucker had never controlled his rage before.

“I don’t like to dwell in the past and neither should you,” Matteo said. “Neither Isabella nor Gianna were harmed physically that day. The matter is settled. We spilled enough blood in the months that followed. Now we’ll settle our differences and join forces as a very messed up family.”

A few men snickered. Matteo always managed to find humor in the most twisted situations.

“I think it’s time to deal with these men now.” Dad motioned at the men responsible for Greta’s injuries.

Nevio braced himself beside me as if he were ready to pounce on them and tear their throats out with his bare teeth.

“Let us hear what Antonaci has to say! He must get the chance to defend himself,” one of the Traditionalists shouted.

I scanned the room to count the men who nodded their agreement. Maybe a third of our men.

“This isn’t a fucking democracy,” Matteo said.

But I stepped forward and bent over Antonaci, my gaze locking on his. He didn’t look away. It took all my willpower to simply remove the tape over his mouth and step back.

“The Camorra killed my daughter! He killed my daughter!” He tossed his chin at Nevio, who bared his teeth in a scary grin. “It was an absolute pleasure.”

“Your daughter tried to kill Greta Falcone,” Dad said, trying to defuse the situation, which was a lost cause. “Nobody attacks without my permission. And we don’t ever attack women, not even at war.”

“Why don’t you tell everyone what really happened? That your son cheated on his daughter with that little Falcone whore?” another Traditionalist screamed.

Rage blinded my vision as I jumped off the platform before anyone could stop me, shoved into the crowd and slammed the man to the ground. My hand wrapped around his throat. It was all too familiar. I’d often wondered why Dad had used his bare hands to kill a man who insulted Mom. But feeling the frantic throbbing of panic against my fingertips as I choked the asshole was fucking beautiful and so much more satisfactory than the detached use of a knife or gun.

“Never speak of her again, understood?”

“You let Falcone kill your own wife. You should be ashamed.”

“She had long stopped being my wife, and she’d never really been it in the true sense of the word. If Nevio hadn’t killed her, I would have done it and I would have enjoyed every second of it.”

Antonaci let out a cackle. “I hope you’ll enjoy her barren body. No babies for you.”

I was on my feet before he’d finished his sentence and stormed back onto the stage. Nevio was quicker. He sat atop Antonaci and gripped his throat, nose to nose, a wide grin on his face.

I reached his side when Remo threw a knife at the man I’d choked moments before, impaling it in his throat, causing blood to spew out and cover everyone around.

“I could tell he was going to say something to piss me off again,” Remo said with that twisted grin.

Nevio pressed his fingers into Antonaci’s eyes but I shoved him aside. He looked ready to attack me too. “Not his eyes,” I growled. “I want to see his suffering in them.”

Nevio smiled as if for the first time in his life, he didn’t want to kill me. I held out my hand and Maximus tossed me a hammer and a few nails.


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