Fatima thought life after Stanford would be hers to enjoy, until she's forced into an arranged marriage to save her family's legacy.
Zayn Caruso is everything she vowed to avoid: arrogant, ruthless, and the heir to a dangerous mafia empire. A billio...
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"I'll kill Anthonio one way or another." I said through my gritted teeth.
"Son, son, you need to calm down." My father said and I immediately turned to him with wide open eyes. Did he just say I need to calm down? There was no calming down for this, Anthonio needed to die and I'd be happy to send him to his ancestors, even create a feast for him to make a grand entrance. That's how much I needed him dead.
"Calm down, father?" I muttered, my voice as low as the one hushing a baby to a peaceful quiet sleep.
"That's what I said."
"My wife was shot two bullets in her womb, she fucking lost our baby, I wasn't there to protect her and you're sitting there telling me to fucking calm down."
My father reached out and squeezed my left shoulder, concern evident in his face. "Son, this isn't your fault, you couldn't have known."
My father didn't understand. Ever since we heard that the Russians were working with the Siciliano, all he wanted was an alliance with the Romano. That meant one thing, I had to get my head out my ass and work with Anthonio Romano, same motherfucker who plotted the shooting that landed my wife to hospital for weeks, had my unborn child killed before it could even make it's way to the world. My father expected me to work with that piece of shit, all in the name of 'Unity.' Little did he know that unity meant nothing to me anymore, my family, my wife meant more to me than anything else in the fucking world.
What he also didn't know is that I had to deal with Fatima, I was the only one who understood the pain she was going through. She could act tough all she wanted but I knew her well enough to know that that was just a facade.
I was going through the same emotions, at least I could act like nothing bothered me but Fatima was on the edge of breaking down. And if I didn't do anything, it'd be just a matter of time before she made a mess and put her life at risk. I couldn't have that. I needed my wife by my side, safe and sound and satisfied. When she asked me to train her, I was hesitant at first. But now I understood why she needed it. Training meant she could protect herself when I'm not with her. It meant she was a tad bit safe, not entirely but it was better than nothing.
I looked at my father and chuckled lowly then reached for his forearm. My voice was husky and rough, laced with nothing but immense anger when I said. "Father, I will kill Anthonio and you are not going to stand in my way."
"Son..."
I cut him short immediately. "You put me in charge to make difficult decisions, decisions worth people's lives. I am making that decision. I will get revenge whether you like it or not."
"Don't be hasty, Zayn. We need to work together to get rid of the Russians."
"I don't give a fuck about the Russians and Sicilians. You and Amato Romano want to work together, be my fucking guest. I am not sparing Anthonio though. I need him dead, not even six feet under, I need a million feet underground."
