A lover's sin

Fury. Earth shattering fury, it's everywhere, it's all I can see, all I can hear, all I can fucking breathe.

He's dead. Murdered. The man who raised me for twenty-two fucking years... Gone.

"There were multiple stab wounds to his chest, no sign of forced entry or sign of struggle..." Julius, the second-in-command of the Greek mafia filled me in... filled me in on how my father died. My father, the Don of the fucking mafia.

"We think it's most likely someone he knew, trusted." A dry laugh escaped me before I could stop it.

Someone he trusted. My father didn't trust many people. The few he did swore their life to him. My father gave his trust to someone and they fucking broke it. They murdered him.

Julius paused his rundown, looking up at me. "We'll find who did this, Addy, I promise." Julius had been my father's right-hand man for thirty years. They grew up together in this world tainted in blood, thrived in it and unlike other mafioso, they didn't guard their precious prinkipissa from the bloodshed. They soaked me in it, and God, I fucking loved it. The screams as they begged for mercy, the way their eyes widened when they realized the end was here. Psychotic maybe, but I loved it.

A wry smile tugged at the corner of my lip as I stood smoothening the lint off my dress. "When you do, bring him to me, I want to be the one who rips his heart from his body." I say already out the door.

Whoever this was, they would pay. I would make their death so unimaginably painful, they will beg me for mercy. Being the angel that I am, I'll grant it...by ripping their heart out.