Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 30098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
“Does she love you?” his father asked.
“I have no idea. When all of this is over and done with, I’m going back to her. I’m not going to allow anyone to hurt her. She is my wife.”
Chapter Ten
One Week Later
Dante sat in Phillip’s home office, drinking some of the whiskey. He took a sip and knew it wasn’t a very good brand. The cheap fuck couldn’t even splurge on great whiskey. Still, he finished the glass and then tipped the rest of the bottle out onto the floor, before tossing it across the room toward the unlit fire.
Lifting his feet onto the desk, he had the gun in his hand, which he rested on his thigh, and waited. He knew the exact moment Phillip arrived home, and he waited rather excitedly as the bastard entered his own home.
The lights were off. Dante had already taken out the electricity. Now all he needed to do was wait.
Leaning forward, he clicked the flashlight app on his cell phone to light up the room.
It didn’t take long for Phillip to walk into his office. He had a gun drawn as well, but Dante saw the fear in his eyes.
“Hello, Phillip,” Dante said.
“I don’t recall extending an invitation to you.”
“Consider this an unexpected visit,” Dante said. “I’d offer you a drink, but your tastes are cheap, and I kind of wasted the bottle to see if it would at least clean your carpet, but alas, it did not. Stinks, though.” Dante leaned back and looked over at the man who’d helped to create Aria.
He didn’t know how this fucking bastard had anything to do in creating his wife. Aria was perfect. This evil fuck was not.
“If you have come to make some kind of deal, then—”
“I don’t need to make a deal with a dead man.”
This stopped Phillip in his tracks. “Do you know who you’re talking to?”
“Yes, and it would seem so does Pesci himself.” Dante laughed. “You didn’t think all those years of manipulating, hurting men and women, would catch up with you?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“How’s your sister?” Dante asked.
This froze Phillip into place.
“Or more importantly, how is her husband?” Dante tutted. “It is kind of funny, actually. You would have gotten away with everything, but I thought I would show you exactly where you went wrong.” He pulled up the picture, scrunched it up, and tossed it across the room.
It hit Phillip square in the chest, and he didn’t look at all happy about this.
Dante tutted. “Don’t worry, I gave a little diagram.” The image showed Dante and Constance together, but Phillip had been that intent on getting his blackmailing goods, he hadn’t considered the mirror that showed his very reflection. He’d circled the image and had it blown up, and that was how Dante had known it was all a setup.
He’d filled in the dots with Constance confirming everything. Pesci had given him permission to take care of him.
Phillip pulled his gun. “My father wouldn’t accept this. He knows what I am capable of.”
Dante smiled. “Pesci is the one who has said your family will be protected. Your wife, your son, and your two daughters will be safe. If your son shows any signs of following in your footsteps, he will be taken care of as well. As for you, it would seem Pesci has been waiting for the right moment to deal with you.”
“Where is my son?” Phillip asked.
“I believe he is spending some time with your father.”
Dante saw the twitch in his eye. “Is this sad news to you, Phillip? Your own father would rather spend time with your son than with you.”
Phillip raised his gun but Dante already aimed and took out a knee. His next shot took care of his hand, so he wouldn’t be able to use the gun. He rose to his feet, rounded the desk, and perched on the end of it.
Much to his surprise, after the screaming abated, Phillip started to laugh. “Tell me, how did you get it? I had it locked up tight.”
Dante looked into Phillip’s eyes and smiled. “Aria got it for me.”
“No,” Phillip said. “She wouldn’t.”
“She wanted to be free of you and the only way to do that was to find the evidence you had on me.”
“And you’re going to kill me. Aria loves her father.”
This time, Dante laughed. “No, Aria hates her father. But don’t worry, Phillip, because I love your daughter, and while you’re rotting away in hell, I’ll take care of her.”
He shot Phillip right between the eyes.
The deed was done. He’d gone to Pesci, who stepped out of the shadows. “It’s done,” Pesci said.
Dante looked toward The Boss. Considering how old the man was, he looked … sprightly.
“Yes, it’s done,” Dante said.
Pesci had told him he could take care of Phillip, on one proviso—he was there to see it happen.