Chapter 46 Luka
Luka
“I’m going to have to bleach my eyes later,” Kane mutters when two guys stroll past, their dicks swinging free.
“It’s okay, you can come out of the closet now,” I tease, which makes him glare all the more. Just as he’s about to fire something rude back at me, he freezes and gazes across the room.
Remington’s arrived. Like Lorenzo, he’s not wearing a mask. He’s accompanied by two men, one of them a big fucker in a suit that’s a size too small. The dude looks like his jacket’s seams will bust open any second now.
Has he been chomping steroids for breakfast?
“It’s time I caused that diversion,” Kane says. “Can you wait for Chiara and then take her back upstairs?”
I nod, and he moves purposefully across the room toward Remington, who’s paused to watch a skinny blonde woman suck some dude’s cock.
If I squint, the woman is a bit like Vivian, only younger.
I guess the man has a type. I raise my mask to get a better look.
Yeah, they could be twins. It’s creepy as hell.
Does he know his wife’s missing? He has to by now. Vivian’s staff would have called him the moment we left. At least I’d have assumed so.
Kane reaches the trio of men. Without warning, he throws a punch at the stacked guy. There’s an audible crack, and the man drops like a stone, out cold.
Remington gapes in shock at the sudden onset of violence, but that’s common; most people don’t react straight away when it’s unexpected. The second guy goes to pull a gun, but Kane is quicker on the draw. Dude number two goes down while Remington tries to flee.
He’s not fast enough. Kane pistol-whips him, sending him to the floor in a heap.
The gunshot acts as a rude awakening for everyone in the vicinity. Several women scream in panic and everyone scatters. Some run this way while others head for a second exit on the far side. I assume that leads to a fire escape, but I’m not totally sure.
Just as I’m about to burst into the ladies’ bathroom to drag Chiara out, a hand grabs my shoulder and yanks me back.
“Imagine my surprise when I saw my son here earlier,” my father says. “And with Kane, no less.” I freeze. Lorenzo has always intimidated me, even though I’m taller than him.
“I thought you’d decided I wasn’t your son?”
He laughs. “You might be my bastard, but no, you’re not my son. Then again, seeing as how Angelo has proved such a disappointment, maybe you’ll get a promotion.”
“No thanks. I’d rather suck a bag of dicks.”
He sneers at me. “Pity those idiots didn’t do a better job of drugging you.”
I’m so shocked at his words that I don’t fight back when he pushes me into a nearby corner. My father’s no longer as big as he once was, but he’s surprisingly strong.
“That was you?” My own father tried to kill me while staging it as a suicide? I’m speechless.
“Call it killing two birds with one stone. Get rid of the kid I’m embarrassed of while diverting Angelo’s attention away from my business activities. I was hoping to get rid of his waste of space wife, too, but that plan failed.” He sighs. “If you want a job done properly, do it yourself.”
His cruel words ricochet around my brain.
He tried to kill me.
My father hates me so much he tried to murder me, his own son.
God.
“Luka?”
Chiara’s voice helps bring me back from the edge of insanity. It also distracts Lorenzo, and he half turns to see where she is.
I’m not as big as Kane or as violent as my brother, but I can hold my own when I need to. A distraction is all I need to punch him before he can block me.
White-hot pain bursts through my hand as my fist connects with his jaw. Fuck, that hurts. I may have broken something.
“You little stronzo,” Lorenzo roars when he recovers. He lifts his fist to strike me back, but a small blonde whacks him over the head with a metal plant pot. Lorenzo goes down with a groan as blood spurts everywhere.
He tries to drag himself back up while reaching for his gun, but Chiara kicks him between the legs and he drops it. Given she’s wearing pointy shoes, it must hurt like a bitch.
“You evil cunt!” she screams. “What kind of psychopath tries to kill his own fucking son?” Shit, she must have heard what he told me.
Once again, self-loathing hits me at the realization my father hates me so much he’d prefer it if I died.
“Son!” Lorenzo groans. “Help me!” I’d laugh if I weren’t so disgusted with myself and him.
“Too late, you bastard,” Chiara snarls. She snatches the gun from the floor while he retches in agony, and before I can stop her, she pulls the trigger.