Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 89772 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 449(@200wpm)___ 359(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89772 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 449(@200wpm)___ 359(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
The room started to spin, my stomach fell to the fucking floor. Crouching down, I was unable to stand anymore. I buried my head in my hands, heaving for air.
My whole fucking world was crashing down on me.
Again.
“Please…God…please have mercy on me,” I shamelessly prayed, not deserving any leniency.
As if the Lord above answered my prayers, a freight train suddenly hit me at full speed.
Her phone!
I grabbed mine out of my slacks and turned on my tracker, locating hers.
Out of nowhere, it ignited.
Bright.
Bold.
All consuming.
An address I didn’t recognize popped right up, indicating she was there. Once again, with no guards by my side, I hauled ass back to my car. Falling into the seat, I floored it out of our driveway. Oblivious of what I’d be walking into, I needed to be prepared and called Gino.
“I found her. Meet me at 976 Rumeli Road. Bring all our worst men.” I hung up, having to focus on reaching my wife.
Pushing seventy.
Ninety.
A hundred and thirty on the speedometer of my Ferrari, testing the power of the sports car like my life depended on it. Zooming down the highway, backstreets, turning left, whirling right, flooring it through every fucking red light. The engine over-revved, the car swerved, as I shifted into fifth gear.
The adrenaline coursed through my veins, searing in my body. Scalding, making me feel like a worthless piece of shit. My endorphins sky-rocketed, triggering my breaking point. It took over every inch of my fucking being.
Downshifting into first, I fishtailed onto Rumeli Road, nearly causing a fucking collision with a truck. The only sounds that could be heard were the squealing tires, as I came to complete stop in front of what looked like an abandoned church.
“What the fuck?”
I grabbed my gun, heading out of my car toward the entrance. Being extra cautious, so I wouldn’t be heard. No one was supposed to be here if this cathedral was closed. Rounding the corner with my gun held tightly in my grasp, I pointed it directly at the floor as I trodded lightly down the long, narrow pathway. Sticking close to the old, frayed building.
It was smart to go into these situations undetected. Catch the motherfuckers by surprise. Take them the fuck out before they even knew what hit them. It was my life or theirs, and at this moment…
It was Sienna’s on the line.
Which was what led me to this place and time. The next few minutes of my life went down in slow fucking motion. The closer I got to the church where the door was slightly ajar, the more the bile rose in my throat.
I was suffocating in my own repercussions.
How many men had I killed in the name of La Familia, my sister, and now my own wife?
I couldn’t take it anymore. My whole body felt like it was going into overdrive. There were too many thoughts happening all at the same time, and I couldn’t control any of them.
An eternity passed by as I made my way inside, unable to get there fast enough. Stepping in through the back door, I aimed my gun in the direction of my sight. Toward a shadowy figure who was lighting a candle on their knees to God.
When the devil was standing behind them.
Bringing their hood down from their jacket, they turned.
The reality of my world, had me aiming my Glock at the center of…
My wife’s forehead.
Chapter 35
—Cruz—
Slowly, I lowered my gun to the side of my body while breathing out a huge sigh of relief.
“For fuck sake, Sienna. How did you get here?”
“I hotwired Uncle Gino’s car.”
“Then where is it?”
“Behind the building. I hid it out of sight.”
“Do you have any idea what you just put me through? Do you even fucking care? Or are you that goddamn spoiled you don’t think about anyone but yourself?”
With wide eyes, she jerked back. Shaking her head, obviously offended. “Why do you think I’m here? It’s not for me. Although, maybe I should be. I’m here for those innocent lives you ordered to kill tonight. You dragged me into your hell and called it love. I saw you. I heard you. I thought I knew what you were capable of, but I was wrong. It’s one thing to assume and another to see it with my own two eyes. Hear it run through my own mind. I can’t believe I’ve been so blind, actually thinking you’re different than every mafioso who’s ever come into my life.”
“The truth hurts, baby.”
“You shameless bastard! Or should I say, murderer? An innocent woman! An innocent pregnant woman! How could you?!”
“I’m a lot of things, Sienna, but I’ve never lied to you. Instead of giving me shit...you should be thanking me.”
“Thanking you? For what exactly?”
“Every order I give is to keep you safe!” I shouted, annoyed it had come down to this.