Total pages in book: 164
Estimated words: 157003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 785(@200wpm)___ 628(@250wpm)___ 523(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 157003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 785(@200wpm)___ 628(@250wpm)___ 523(@300wpm)
“You’re right,” I admit. “I won’t make you bleed.” My gaze drifts to my mother’s picture. “But where you’re wrong is that we’re not the same. You may have destroyed Mamá, but you will not destroy me.” I flash the picture a sinister smile. “This is for what you couldn’t finish, Mamá. I heard your dying wishes loud and clear. I won’t let you down.”
“What the f—”
Father’s words are silenced when I reach across him to grab Mamá’s pillow that’s stained with another woman’s lipstick. I shove the fluffy pillow down on his face. His attempts to drag the pillow away and then trying to hit at me are futile. I’m a monster. A motherfucking fire-breathing beast. He’s a lowly snake in the grass waiting to be stomped on. With my eyes on my mother’s picture, I smother my father with her pillow. He should have died when she shot him. It’s my duty to end the disloyal bastard’s existence. My father struggles for longer than I expect given his weakened state. I’ll give him that. At one time, I thought he was the most powerful man in the world. I fucking looked up to him. And the way he looked after Mamá and loved her was admirable.
Lies.
All lies.
Mamá may have broken my heart when she killed herself, but she opened my eyes. She tugged on the veil of deception my father had slipped over my head. She made me see there was more to life than money and mayhem.
Love.
She wanted me to see that love was more important than so called loyalty.
It was hard to believe considering she’d deceived my father, but now learning he was the root of everything, I feel as though I finally understand her message.
Love is everything.
Love is loyalty and forgiveness and hope.
The rest is just bullshit.
I’m not sure how long I hold the pillow over Father’s face, but when he’s stopped moving for some time, I pull the pillow away and gently put it back where it goes beside him. His eyes are glazed over but still open. I slide my fingers down over his lids, closing them. When I check his pulse, I learn he’s, in fact, dead.
I feel nothing.
Not victory or sadness.
Fucking nothing.
Once I undo my sleeves, I pull my jacket back on. I grab the picture of my mother and then head downstairs. As I wait for Adrian to return to pick me up, I make some coffee and sit in the kitchen on a barstool. My mind drifts to times when Mamá would busy herself in here, despite the fact we had a cook, and try to give us some semblance of a normal life. She’d sing and teasingly brush flour on my nose as we baked together whenever Father was away on business. I loved those simple moments with her. When I forgot I was destined to be a mob boss and could just be her little boy. Back when I would dream of racing cars in Monte Carlo and surfing with sharks. I was innocent and my father ripped that innocence away from me no matter how hard my mother clutched me to her, trying to preserve it.
I’m not innocent anymore.
But it doesn’t mean I can’t be the man my mother would have wanted me to be.
I’ll never be good, that’s for damn sure. I’ll be good enough for love, though, just as she would have wanted. I’m good enough for Talia. And one day soon I’ll find her.
“Good afternoon,” Tammy, a nurse of Father’s, greets as she enters. “How’s Ezio?”
I clench my jaw and think about my mother. About how devastated I was when she pulled that trigger on herself. Real emotion shines in my eyes as I regard the nurse.
“He went to be with Mamá during his nap,” I choke out.
“Oh, honey,” Tammy cries out. “He died?”
I nod and the woman hugs me. I let her. To be honest, it feels good to be drawn in a motherly hug. Resting my chin on top of her gray head, I let out a heavy sigh.
“You know Father. He’s so proud. It was his wish to keep his death quiet when the time came. Cremation. No service.”
She pulls away and furrows her brows as she cups my cheeks. “I’m discreet, honey. We’ll get it sorted together. Just tell me what I need to do.”
“Let me be the one to tell my brother,” I mutter. “To tell everyone.”
“Do what you have to do, dear. I’ll go upstairs and make sure he’s decent.”
“Thanks, Tammy. Don’t worry about not getting paid. I’ll have Aris wire you a bonus as a thank you for all you’ve done.”
She smiles at me. “The Demetriou men are good men. I’m proud to have worked for this family.”
We’re bad men, but I don’t want to spoil the moment with the truth.