Chapter 89 Luca
LUCA
The security guys I hired to keep an eye on her are doing a good job. They both noted me entering the house, but I also wasn’t trying to be sneaky. I just need to see her for a few seconds. When I spot her sitting with her back to the bedroom door, I knock against the door frame.
She glances over her shoulder, her posture falling when she notices me. “Oh, look, it’s the winner of Mercy. Do I need to bow or something?”
I make my way over to her and just take her in for a minute. It’s the first time I’ve seen her since she walked out of the mausoleum.
“Mercy doesn’t exist anymore.” Her eyes flick to mine as I explain, “I knew it wasn’t worth it the second I laid eyes on you. The moment I realized they were going to take you away from me, I vowed to put an end to them all. And I did.”
“I’m scared to ask exactly what that means,” she mutters.
“It means they’re all dead. The thirteen top members, Decider, and his two sidekicks. And if anyone tries to take over where they left off, I’ll kill them too.”
Ivy places her hands over her face, rubbing her eyes before she focuses back to me. “Luca, you can’t go around killing people. That doesn’t make it right.”
“Mercy had to end.”
She stands, moving further away from me. “I agree that it needed to end, but perhaps slaughtering people isn’t the only option.”
“There was no other way.” I resist the urge to get closer to her as she puts more space between us.
“I don’t even know what to do with that. Or you.”
Me either. “There’s only one more individual left to hold accountable.”
She appears confused as I admit, “Me.”
I place the dagger on the bed. “I took your mom’s life. It’s the single most regretful moment of my life. Nothing I do can make it right. I understand that. So, you should get to avenge her death.”
Ivy shuffles over, using the bed to assist her walking before she picks up the weapon and inspects it.
When she looks up, I see the tears brimming in her eyes.
“I’m not going to stab you, Luca. I want to punch you in the nose right now, but I don’t want to murder you.
I hate you. Yet, I want to forgive you. I want to get past this for my sake, not yours. But I can’t.”
“I understand. But that doesn’t mean I won’t try to make it up to you for the rest of my life.”
She drops the dagger on the bed. “That’s just it, Luca. There’s nothing you can do to make it right. I don’t want to hurt you. I want to stop hurting.”
Sacrifice. I’d give my last breath if it meant easing her suffering, but it won’t.