Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34743 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 174(@200wpm)___ 139(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34743 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 174(@200wpm)___ 139(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
Nero waits for us at the entrance of my special little meeting place. “Is Aria okay?”
“She’s not physically hurt.” I don’t need to say anymore because the look on my face is enough.
“Understood.” A muffled shout comes from inside. “He’s still kicking and screaming, but I’m guessing his tone is going to change when he sees you two.”
“I’m going to go in first and have him talk. Then you can get your vengeance, Delaney. We’ll see how tough the fucker is now.” I open the door and breathe in the room that once smelled like cleaner to take in the beautiful stench of piss. I love it when I know my enemies understand their fate and wet themselves like little bitches.
“Peter Delaney, is it?” I take in this fool’s appearance. His already pale ass looks like a ghost. My guys bandaged him up enough so he wouldn’t bleed out. It’s only temporary, though, because he’s not going to live long.
“Don’t speak my name, you fucking wop.” I brush off the insult with a chuckle because this guy is either crazy or foolish. He’s on the wrong end of this situation.
“You called me a fucking wop. You’ve got some brass balls on you, Delaney. You send your minions into my home, put your filthy hands on my wife, and then attempt to take my place.”
“She was never meant for you.” His eyes darken with serious rage, and I realize he honestly thinks his words are going to scare me.
I laugh, because this fucking fool believes he deserves my Aria.
“I might not be good enough for her, but she was meant for me and not someone who kills off his own family. First your father, and then your own wife—how the fuck do you sleep at night?”
“Just fine. They had to go. Besides, it’s Aria who would give me the family I deserve. Siobhan was never good enough for me, and that baby wasn’t good enough to be a Delaney.” Wow, this fucker killed his pregnant wife.
“You should have stuck with the bride you had. Now you’ve signed your death warrant.”
“You’re going to kill me because you’re afraid that your wife truly does want me. You had to keep her hidden so she couldn’t find a man on her own.” It’s the same words that she tossed at me which strikes a nerve.
“Did your operative lie and tell her that? I protected her from an abduction, and I let my guard down, Delaney. That won’t happen again.” I punch the bastard in the face, causing his head to toss back.
“Pussy,” he spits out, blood dripping down his face.
“You are a fool, Peter,” Cormack says, coming out of the darkness and up to his brother. There’s a pain in his eyes that he quickly masks. “You murdered a great woman. I had no proof, but I knew you had a hand in your wife’s death. Why did you kill our father?”
“He was about to give it all to you, disown me and make you the head of the Delaney Family. He paid the price of betraying me.” Sick motherfucker. “If he’d done that I would have killed you both. You should be grateful I spared you. And this is what you to do me. Betray me for this wop. He stole Aria from me and you know it.”
“Aria has always been repulsed by you, and for good reason. Say your prayers for forgiveness.”
“Fuck off.” Cormack pulls the trigger without giving him another thought. I take the gun from my brother-in-law. Cormack says a quick prayer and walks out of the building without a glance back.
I have everything I need, and he’s no longer a threat to Aria.
“Get rid of this scum,” I add to my men, giving the dead bastard one more glare before
“Go take care of your wife. You can fix it,” Nero says. I clap his shoulder and nod before leaving. Going to see Aria after everything between us will be difficult. Still, she’s my wife, and we’ll have to make it work out, even if it takes time. I’ve learned to be patient when it comes to waiting for her, so I’ll just have to try again until she understands that everything I had a part in was only for her own well-being.
As soon as I’m in my truck, I feel a sense of relief even though I should have been the one to take him out. Cormack had even more reasons which is fucking sick because I could never imagine killing my father. I look at him as he sits in silence. “I’m sorry you had to do that.”
“It was a long time coming. I just need to see Gloria now.”
“Let’s get our women.” The drive home goes by fast for me, but Cormack doesn’t say another word. I can’t even fathom what he’s going through right now. I could never hurt Niccolò let alone kill him. Then again, my brother isn’t a sick, twisted bastard.