Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 95431 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 382(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95431 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 382(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Even Nico understands what we do. He froze, this isn’t for him. But Annabella, my sister, will be fine.
I sigh. “I guess it’s time for the world to meet the Donatis.”
CHAPTER 52
My Family
Symphony
My family will come for me. I will not die here. Nonno and Uri will come to help me.
I am a fighter. My life doesn’t end this way. I look around me as I’m chained up, dangling above the ground.
There has to be a way for me to escape. There are many of them, but if I can get free, I can kill them all.
Twenty-three, twenty-four. I have counted twenty-four different men moving in and out since I’ve become conscious. A smirk comes to my lips.
They know they aren’t safe. That’s why they keep moving. One way or another, they are going to die. My family will not allow this to go unanswered.
Not counting on when or who will save me, I discretely work my hands free. The challenge will be holding up my weight once I have gotten my wrists from the restraints. There is already so much pressure on my upper limbs.
Once I get free, I can use the loose chains around me as weapons. I just need to get free. I will kiss Val for pushing me so hard in training. That is the only way I have the strength to do this. Not even dancing could prepare me for this.
“Good, you are awake.” The words are crooned in Italian. I lift my head toward the voice and glare. A younger version of my nonno appears on a platform above me.
“You are not what I was expecting. I never thought to look for an American dancer or musician. Morgan made it sound as if you were completely incompetent.
“That is my fault. I should never have trusted the bastard or his word. Especially not after he begged to keep you after he killed your mother for me. I should have known then he was a fucking liar,” the man continues.
His words set my blood on fire. My chest is heaving, and my nostrils are flaring. However, I remain silent.
“Imagine my luck to have my men find you now in the home of the man I planned to have killed,” he continues and chuckles.
“Looks like you pissed her off, boss,” says the man standing in front of me with one arm folded across his chest as he holds a gun in the other.
His face is all bruised and all the blood vessels in one eye are broken. I note that he’s holding his arm to cradle it. From the looks of him, he’s the one who grabbed me in the kitchen.
“I’d shut your mouth before she kicks your ass again,” the man who looks like Nonno snorts in Italian.
“She got lucky, I slipped on the fruit she dropped,” the jerkface says.
“Sure,” I scoff under my breath.
“So you do understand us, good. My English is so-so,” the guy on the platform says as he gestures with his hand. “I can speak, but I don’t like it.”
“Say whatever you like, however you like, I don’t care,” I reply in Italian.
“Once I found out you have been in America all this time, I wasn’t sure what language you would understand. It is not like you are Italian, you know. This is the main reason I don’t know why my brother thinks he can do what he has planned.
“I wasn’t even sure you could speak at all from what Morgan told me. A woman, a ritardare, and what do they call them in America? Ah, sì, a moulinyan. Alessio must be out of his mind to think you are more deserving of our family than I am.”
“I’m sorry you are so misinformed. Allow me to tell you who I really am. I’m a woman, a killer, and the Afro-Latina who’s going to take your life right before I take my place at the head of the Trovati family. Call me a retard again and I’m going to make your death painfully slower than I already plan to,” I bite out in Italian to make sure he understands me.
He roars with laughter as if I told some joke. I can assure him I meant every word. He is going to die.
“Do you know who I am?” he scoffs. “What do these words you speak mean to me?”
I shrug my aching shoulders. “I don’t care who you are. No one will mourn you. They won’t even recognize you to bury your body.
“Don’t worry. I will make sure you have a headstone. It will read Leonardo Trovati, the murderer who earned his death.”
“Ah, so you do know who I am. Good, I wanted you to know who killed you. I also want you to know why I’m going to take your life mercilessly,” he says with a smile.