Book three of the only series
They gave her one mission. They told her to find the Chicago mob Capo and get revenge. So they sent her away. She had a plan. A mindset. Goals she needed to reach.
Until she met his son.
He was supposed to be the en...
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I stayed in my car for as long as I could. But I couldn't avoid Declan forever and I knew this was going to happen. Fuck, I knew. He was risking a lot being here, which meant he wasn't happy with me. For fucks sake he could blow everything. Alessio could have me being followed for all I knew, I had his attention now so of course he was going to keep tabs on me.
I was a mystery to him like he had said. No one was a mystery to Alessio Bertelli.
I was and as a result of trying to stay a mystery brought me here. To Declan sitting in my goddamn apartment.
I looked down the street before I finally got out of my car. For once the shitty weather in Chicago wasn't so shitty today. There was no wind, no rain, nothing but complete utter silence as I walked to my apartment complex. The lobby was empty and dark and for once as I took the stairs up, the sound of my boots hitting the floor and nothing else bothered me.
When I made it to the third floor I opened the stairwell doors and stopped the second I caught sight of my apartment door cracked open. Motherfuckers.
I scoffed, walking down the hall and pushing my apartment door open and slamming it shut.
"What the fuck do you guys want?" I snapped at the four men sitting at my dining room table.
Sean was the first to laugh, throwing down his cards from whatever game they were playing. Declan looked up at me and so did their idiot cousins. Nate and Vic. Both were staring at me like they always did. I knew what they were thinking, everytime they looked at me up and down. I grew up around all of them and yet, they treated me like they didn't.
"Sit, Isla." Declan told me, pointing to the empty seat in between him and Sean.
"Get out."
"Sit."
"Vai fuori, Declan." I gritted out, walking closer and losing my patience every second they sat in my apartment. The one I struggled to pay for because they felt the need to take and take from me.
When people say they hated a person they often didn't mean it. Or they did and that hatred only steamed for a split second, boiled right beneath their skin before it disintegrated, only lasted seconds. When I say that I hate every Carrollo. I hate every Carrollo. With every fiber in my being I hated them, with every breath I took I hated them.
Inside my rage for them not only boiled beneath my skin, but beneath every organ and bone in me, it was a fire that could never be contained. It never died down, ever. It stuck with me everyday of every moment because they ruined my life in a way that made them think that they had saved me.
"Sit. Isla. Alpha isn't happy with you. We need to talk."
He wasn't going to leave. He wasn't going to leave until he told me about everything I was doing wrong.
