Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 14503 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 73(@200wpm)___ 58(@250wpm)___ 48(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 14503 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 73(@200wpm)___ 58(@250wpm)___ 48(@300wpm)
CHAPTER
THIRTEEN
LUNA
Walking through this house, why do I feel like I am walking the plank on the way to the end of my existence as I know it? That thought makes me stop for a second before it hits me like a thirty-pound steak after twenty shots of tequila. It’s because I am on the way to the end of my existence. My father is one part of how I came to exist. Without him there would be no Luna and killing him, isn’t that in fact killing half of who I am?
“Luna, the rear is clear now.” Dalian’s voice cuts through my thoughts.
“Same here,” says Serena and Parizia.
“Good. Serena heads to the hill. You got your bow and arrows?”
“Damn right I do.”
“Excellent. Dalian on me. Patrizia heads towards Piotr. He is in the basement.” With everyone accounts for but Wictor, I head further into the house. I want to call out to Wic, but I also don’t want to give away his location if he is tracking someone.
Moving slowly, I see a shadow in front of me. When the muzzle of a gun comes into view I wait for the assailant to get closer before I wrench his arm around forcing him to drop his weapon. He sweeps his leg out and I fall on my back, the wind being knocked out of me.
“Fucking bitch,” he curses me before he reaches down to grip my hair but before he can my foot makes contact with his nuts. Screaming he falls to the floor, his hands between his legs.
“I may be a bitch but at least my strength is not tied to two hanging sacks.” With the heel of my foot I step on his balls and twist my heel. He cries out more before passing out. I don’t miss the blood pooling underneath him from his hand being injured in the process.
Gaining my composure, I pick up my gun and his, placing one in my back pocket and carrying on. The further to the middle of the house I go I can feel him. I know he is here, and I know he knows I am as well.
Walking through the hall I take a look around and see this sterile, place filled with things, possessions but no life, no evidence he had a life before this, his purgatory.
My heart begins to sputter, dread takes over me and that is when I feel his anticipation. “Is that you my Luna?” I follow his voice to the study at the end of the hall. I finally come into view of him and his smile almost knocks me off axis. It is the one he used to have when he would see any of the three of us. “Ah my daughter. My firstborn.” Like a well-oiled machine my eyes begin to fill with tears at seeing for the first time since everything happened. It takes everything inside of me not to run to him and put my arms around him.
“How could you?” Is the only thing I can come up with. It is all I replay in my mind. “How could you do that al nonno, agli zii e a noi?” I see a moment of remorse before he masks it and stands up from his desk.
“I merely took what I deserve. What I would never have had a chance to claim being the fourth born. My rightful place as Don.”
“So you murdered your family for what…power…money?”
“For all of it?” Oh my god. I hear him and I don't know who he is. That wipes the last of the hesitation at least. Nothing will change the nostalgia.
“Well the jokes on you, then huh. You didn't bank on Giulia, did you?” I see the rage infiltrate his gaze. His hands begin to ball into fists and his face becomes red.
“I will admit she put a definite wrench in my plans. I didn't know my brother, Giuseppe had taught her and groomed her so well in the way of the business, but now that is no matter. She will be getting what is due to her. Soon.” His last words send chills up my spine due to how vicious the sneer is. It also put me on alert. “So my question is what are you and your toy soldiers hoping to accomplish here today?” I take a deep breath and point my gun at him.
“I am going to avenge the slain and bring honor back to my siblings and I.” he chuckles.
“You would kill your own father, mia figlia? The man who loved you and gave you life?” Now it is my time to sneer.
“Like father, like daughter.” His eyes get wide, and he shouts something at me about whores being the same and me fucking the polish trash. I block him out halfway through his tirade and raise my weapon. He draws his gun, and I say a silent goodbye before shouting out, “Long Live HerMerta!” before I pull the trigger and watch the bullet like a live action movie in slow motion pierce his chest and his body falls to the floor.