Chapter Twenty-Six
I pace the cabin. I’ve heard nothing from the Mancinis. Tommaso hasn’t answered his phone in over twenty-four hours. I’m starting to think she may have caught and killed them.
Their incompetence is frustrating. This thing with my fiancée, well, ex-fiancée, sister-in-law or whatever, irks me.
The principle of being side-stepped for my useless brother makes my usually calm and stoic exterior burn.
It peels back my skin in a way that makes me feel out of control.
Which causes me so much fucking tension.
I’m normally so in control. I have to be—but all this with Vittorio, it’s driving me crazy.
I don’t normally feel anything. I feel this though, boiling away inside of me.
At some point, something will have to give, and someone will pay the price.
Those two someone’s are the root cause of the betrayal.
Father’s enabled Vittorio his whole life, and soon he will feel every piece of the torment he’s been the cause of since I was a boy.
I’m just about to let the phone ring out when someone answers.
“Where the fuck have you been?”
“Hello,”
“Hello? Fucking hello. Where the fuck is Tommaso?” I spit out.
“Erm…” They trail off.
I wait. I seethe and nothing. They don’t fucking answer, just nothing.
I can still hear him breathing on the other end of the phone, and if I were there right now, I would rip his fucking windpipe out, so I didn’t have to hear him breathe.
“Tell him to fucking ring me as soon as you see him. You get me?”
I slam the phone down and breathe before starting to pack up my things. Looks like I’m heading back to the city to sort this out myself.
As I pull up to the house, I’ve reset my steely resolve.
I remembered who the fuck I am and what I’m fucking capable of.
So now I’ll set my trap and lie in wait.
I will end her, then him, in the most brutal way possible.
I step out of the car and up towards the house.
Pushing inside, I head straight to Father’s office.
His gaze flicks up as I push inside. I take the seat opposite.
“When can I make my move?” I unbutton my jacket and lean back. “When can I end this?”
“Soon.”
“Soon? What are you actually waiting for?” I grit out, he’s adding to my frustration. I don’t wait. I always act. I don’t know why he’s got my leash so tight.
“I’m giving him a week, then we’ll bring him back in and then you can talk to your brother.”
“Talk?” I huff. “And when he won’t come.”
“He will!” He sounds confident, like he knows something I don’t.
“Really?” I lean back. I watch the tightness in his face, the tension in his jaw.
“Yes, I have a minor project. She will betray him, and he will come home.”
“And then what? We play happy fucking families knowing he betrayed us for some pussy.”
“Enough!” He stands, slamming his hands onto the desk. “Wait until I say otherwise. Now leave.”
I stand, huff a humourless laugh, and turn, leaving without regarding him again. Fuck Vittorio. He’s always been the favourite. I’ll burn all their worlds down and take everything for myself, and then Father can either berate me or praise me, but either way, it will all be mine.