Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 136915 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 685(@200wpm)___ 548(@250wpm)___ 456(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 136915 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 685(@200wpm)___ 548(@250wpm)___ 456(@300wpm)
Serafina peered up me. “How much more blood does have to be spilled for this madness to end? Isn’t it enough?”
“It’s part of this business. And if this is linked to the Famiglia plenty of blood will be spilled.”
She shook her head as if she didn’t know who I was, which was fucking ridiculous considering blood spill had always been my favorite pastime. “Remo, our girl is fighting for her life. Do you even realize what she lost? She won’t ever carry a child, might never dance again. Do you really want to take Amo from her as well? This is cruel, even for you.”
Serafina’s words hit me like a sledgehammer. “For Amo and Greta to be together, more blood will have to flow, trust me. Luca will have to make a bloody statement that he’s been too comfortable to do in a long time. It won’t be pretty. Many will die. This bond will come with a price, Angel, and many more will bleed for it.”
Serafina gave a tight nod. “As long as it’s not Greta’s blood, I don’t care, Remo. You always told me you wanted Greta to take her own fate into her hands. You always despised women that accepted their fate. Greta wants to be with Amo. Give her this. She’s suffered enough.”
I bent down and kissed Serafina’s forehead. “I’ll think about it for you and for Greta, but now I’ll have to spill the blood of Greta’s attacker and he’ll meet my cruelest side.”
Serafina gave me a strange smile. “I hope he begs for mercy and you won’t grant it.”
I brushed my lips over hers. “You know me.” I straightened and risked a glance into the operation room where the doctors and nurses were getting Greta ready to be wheeled into the wake-up room. Seeing her pale, still face my heart clenched tightly. Tonight had been a close call and too much had been lost. “Watch over our girl.”
Dad hadn’t stopped me when I’d told him I needed to leave right away. Instead he gave me the Famiglia private jet and the permission to negotiate with Remo.
But I couldn’t think about peace or anything but the woman I loved who was fighting for her life.
When I arrived at the airport, Alessio was there to pick me up. I hadn’t expected an escort from the Falcones and despite my wariness I got into the car.
“How is she?” I asked immediately.
Alessio started the car and pulled away from the waiting area. “Last I heard she was stable but her injuries were pretty bad.” He shook his head. “You should talk to Remo or my father.”
I nodded. My mind was too frazzled to consider how a conversation between those two and myself might end. I didn’t care.
“Do you know who did it?” Rage tinged my voice. My mind had gone over the options. The Falcones had many enemies, but few would steep as low as to attack Greta. Definitely not the Outfit. Maybe the Russians but considering that Remo had a tentative bond to the Russian Pakhan in Chicago I couldn’t imagine it either. Another option flitted through my head but I didn’t want to dwell on it.
“Nevio and Remo are currently questioning the attacker. Whatever he knows we’ll soon know as well.”
“Good.”
We pulled up in front of a non-descript warehouse at the outskirt of Las Vegas. Faded lettering and boarded-up windows.
Alessio parked the car and got out. I followed him without hesitation. Fuck. This was enemy territory. For more than a year the Camorra and the Famiglia had been at war. Still I didn’t hesitate to follow Alessio. I would have followed him straight into hell if Greta was there. Maybe it was a trap. Considering that the Falcones knew all about my relationship with Greta, they probably couldn’t wait to dispose of me.
Alessio pressed a button beside the door and a few moments later, Nino opened the door. He looked exhausted. After a curd nod, he allowed me to enter. It felt like a nightmare, one I couldn’t wake from.
“I didn’t think we’d meet so soon. Not like this certainly.”
I nodded.
Nino motioned me to follow him. Soon I spotted Remo waiting in front of a door. “War is on hold for the time being. Greta asked for you, so of course you’re safe here,” Nino said.
I barely listened. All I could think about was Greta lying behind that door.
Remo stepped in my way and our gazes locked. “You are alive for only one reason, Greta,” he said. “You will be safe in my territory because of her and for as long as she wants it. And unlike your word at your wedding, we ‘ll honor said promise.”
“Thanks, but nothing in this world would have stopped me from coming to Vegas to see Greta. Not even the prospect of being torn apart by you crazy fuckers. I’ll go through hellfire for Greta if necessary.”