𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓

Chapter 52: Bloodline

Damian

"So you're telling me, coincidentally, we moved into the house Reuben fucking Amato was living in?" Asher shouts, thank god the girls and Callum are gone out for fresh air, leaving Dean and Asher alone with me.

"It's said Reuben moved once his wife Victoria passed along with his daughter Adeline and son-in-law Nico in a plane crash," Dean finishes for me, sighing. I palm my hands over my eyes.

What the actual fuck. It's as if the universe is trying to get her to find out who she is, "It would explain Victoria's name carved into the sink." I glance toward Dean, who keeps scrolling through the rebuilt computer I had set up before discovering about Celeste's family.

"How did he die?" Asher asked, "Heartbreak," I said before Dean could speak; groaning, I sat up from the coach and glared toward the kitchen archway; what are the odds I bought a cabin where Celeste's great-six grandfathers, or whatever the fuck he is to her house?

It would make sense why he would isolate himself from the world if I were to lose my wife, daughter, and son-in-law in a plane crash.

For fuck sake, I don't know what I would do, "So what the hell do we do now?" Asher said, slamming himself against the coach; both glanced in my direction, waiting for my response. But my head is circling at the thoughts of Reuben Amato living in this exact cabin. Grumbling I stand-

"Where are you going?" Dean asked, "I don't know just give me a fucking minute" Pacing upstairs into our so-called room, I shut the door and pulled my phone out, dialing Landon's number I held it up to my ear.

Seconds later, the dialing stops. "Who the fuck-"
"Are you working for Elias?!" I said through gritted teeth, "Hell no," Landon answered through the phone, but I couldn't tell if he was being sarcastic.

"How do I know you're not lying? How the fuck can we trust you two after what you did-"

"We don't work for you, Morana. We work for no one." Grinding my teeth together, I fist the phone tight, "Your brother held his end of the bargaining. He'd ensure Celeste is left unharmed and safe while we get our cash."

I scoffed, rolling my eyes. "You betrayed us for money." My blood was running hot. In seconds, I would take this cabin down with me. "You don't care that he's been making your sister's life miserable?"

"Is he?" His words were taken as a knife into my chest. The frown on my face deepened. What the fuck did Elias tell them, "He's been trying to save her. How long have you been manipulating my fucking sister Damian."

My knuckles cracked from how hard my fists were, and I was mad, no, not fucking mad, far from mad. I was detonated.

"I," my voice deepened into a growl, "I. Would. Never." My sentence cuts me off from my heavy breathing, "Hurt her," I finish, taking in a deep breath.

The silence was his following words, and I thought he hung up for a second till two sinister laughs died through the phone, "Don't try to gaslight to, Morana. They call us the Amatos for a reason. Manipulation runs in our blood."

Instantly, my blood runs cold; that's the first time he's named themselves after their true name, "Have you heard the story of...Cassie?" I frown, confused by who the fuck that is.

"It's said Reuben fell madly in love with this whore, and after finding out she was fucking his best friend, he brutally killed her" I roll my eyes, but my insides twist into a knot. "After discovering he had been lied to the whole time and was a victim himself, he and his wife Victoria hunted down his very own cousin. You might have heard the story about Enzo the Bastard Psychopath."