45. Andrew
45
ANDREW
F ucking bastard!” I shout, pounding my fist on the top of my desk. I run a hand through my hair and exhale a deep breath.
“ When was the will changed?” I ask the Kastellanos ’ lawyer, Haris , over the phone.
“ A few months ago,” he replies, sounding nervous.
Son of a bitch.
“ Philip never told me he changed it.” I grind my teeth. Anger simmers beneath my skin.
“ It wasn’t him,” Haris admits.
My head slings back in surprise. I turn around to face the window— I’m this close to throwing my desk through the glass.
“ Then who the fuck was it?” I grit out.
I hear Haris gulping. “ His son.”
Motherfucker .
Philip is now dead—the idiot getting caught in his plan to kidnap Angelica , Evander Vasilakis’s wife. I had advised him to steer clear of her, that it was a terrible idea to go after a Godfather’s wife . But the stubborn old man decided to ignore me. And now he’s gone.
I heard through the grapevine that he was killed when his underground safe house got ambushed, but I was spared the details. Not that I didn’t want them. There was just no one left to give them. All his men were slaughtered in the crossfire.
Hence why I’m now on the phone with his lawyer.
I was promised control. Promised the clan, the reinstating of my family in the Godfather circle.
Philip had assured me that Dimitri wouldn’t be a problem. But he fucking lied .
I growl in frustration. “ And you didn’t think to let me know?”
“ I - I couldn’t. They threatened my family. They hurt me. I couldn’t take the chance,” Haris stammers, his voice filled with fear.
“ Who the fuck is “they,” Haris ?” I bark.
“ D - Dimitri and his counterpart, Mr . Loukas .”
I still. Dion fucking Loukas . The thorn in my side.
“ So , why are you telling me now? Are they not going to kill you for informing me?”
“ N -not if-if they don’t find out,” he stutters, and he might as well kill himself now before I find him.
“ They might not. But that doesn’t keep you safe from me, maláka ,” I spit, before hanging up.
I'm going to kill every single one of them.
If it weren’t for her use to provide me with an heir, I’d kill that bitch, Aria , too.
We’re set to be married in a week, and I have to ensure that nothing and no one will come in our way.
After her joke of a suicide attempt, or whatever it was, she’s been even more of a shell of herself. But at least she’s been compliant.
You’d think I’d be upset that my fiancée is a druggie and an alcoholic. But I’m not.
As long as she doesn’t get in the way of my plans, she can drown herself in a bottle for all I care.
The only time it’ll matter is when I fill her with my heir. Then , I’ll make sure she doesn’t put my child at risk.
Over the past year, my threats to her have been successful. She stayed away from Dion . I guess Aria’s soft spot is her family. It’s too bad I’ll have to kill them now.
If Dimitri genuinely wants to take over for his father, we’ll have a big problem.
Fuck what the will says. I’m taking matters into my own hands.
The only way to secure my place in Cebrene is to be in good standing with the Godfathers , and so far, it’s not looking great.
Dion is closely linked to Evander and, from what I’ve been told, he’s got a mean pull within the clans. They trust him. And if Dion mentioned anything about me—which I’m sure he did—it’s not positive.
But I’m no fool.
I always had a contingency plan in place.