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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The smell of heavy cigarette smoke and cannabis filtered through the air of my fathers home as soon as I opened the door. Which was iconic considering my father didn't like when people smoked in the house. Maybe he only set that rule for me, tried to scare me and put me in place. But he failed every goddamn time. I slammed the door shut, not giving a fuck when it shook the paintings on the wall, threatening for all of them to fall over.
I didn't waste time standing in the foyer, instead I followed the voices that echoed from the second living room. My foot falls were heavy and loud, my skin itching to get my hands on my father. My blood only fueled brighter fire when I heard his obnoxious laugh flow through the cracks in the walls.
Once I entered the living room my eyes caught onto my fucking asshole of a father right away. All the men standing around didn't matter, and no one stopped me when I stormed towards him with nothing but violence.
S stood next to him.
Perfect. I thought.
"Son! I didn't know you were comin-" he didn't finish his sentence, it got cut off by me slamming my fist into his face. I heard the bone crack as silence weighed in over the room that was loud just a second ago. Blood splattered over his clean marble flooring.
Everything happened within one second. My father stumbling back, his right hand man clicking his gun on at the same time I pulled my gun out, the barrel of it facing my father. Two guns clicked from the other side of me and even more guns clicked from behind me.
I looked up at S, his gun pointed at me. My gun pointed at my father, his other men had their guns pointed at me too and I knew Rafe and Joseph were behind me, one of their barrels pointed at S and my father's other men.
I already knew S didn't have any intention of shooting me. I could tell by the way his grip on his gun was light. The way he wasn't even touching his trigger. The way his stance was slightly folded towards my father who was hunched over, wiping blood off his face.
Salvatore laughed, like it was funny I could kill him right now. Like I didn't just break his nose. "What is this about now, Alessio?"
I pulled my trigger, watching the bullet barely miss his head as it shot into the wall. My fathers men took a step closer to me, and he quickly put his hand up. Telling them to stop. "That's for taking a business deal that will have us shit out of luck with the Irish."
I pulled my trigger again and my father screamed when it gazed at the skin on his shoulder. His men did nothing but scurry back like they were scared. "That's for drugging Faye at the restaurant."
I pulled it again, grazing his other shoulder, blood gushed out, his scream echoed against his shiny walls. "And that's for calling her a whore on the phone and having one of your pets wait for her at her apartment."
He dropped to the floor, holding both of his wounds. He was being fucking dramatic, they'd heal up within the week.
I turned to the left a millimeter, the sound of my gun going off again as I shot the two men that had their guns pointed at me still. Both of my bullets went straight into their heads. They were too slow and I was too fast. Both of them were leaving the parking lot of her apartment when I dropped her off just less than an hour ago. They both dropped to the floor, with blood gushing out around them.
