“Tell me,” Dominic said, opening the car door, deciding to leave Lucca with some final words before he left, “what is it, do you think, Maria will never forgive you for?” He taunted the underboss, repaying him for the thoughts he had forced upon him. “For not finding out which of your men is One-Shot before Leo lost an eye … or for not telling her who Kayne really is?”
Sitting in his Mustang, Dominic continued watching the apartment with his stomach in knots. Bile rose with each passing hour, knowing what most likely was taking place inside, yet he had to sit out here and just let it happen, no matter how much it hurt.
Once it reached five in the morning, Dom went to open his car door, needing to vomit. It had been a long time since his emotions made him sick. Right before the little contents he had placed in his stomach yesterday were about to come up, he caught a figure leaving the building.
Quietly shutting his car door, his stomach began to settle. He waited until the man in the ball cap and sweats got into his own car and pulled out of the lot before he started trailing him.
Following behind the car, he didn’t use his headlights, even though the sun had yet to rise, depending on his memory, good eyesight, and the lights of the car in front of him to guide him.
He hadn’t expected him to leave this early, thinking he would have had to wait to confront him until he went to work or left later in the day. It was why Dom had decided to follow him, to see where the hell he was going this early.
Not sure what he expected, when he pulled into Kansas City Park, he figured he should have guessed when the man exited the car to pull up his hood over his cap before he jogged off.
This park was much different than the one down the street from his home. Like all the other comparisons, this park sat on the rich side of town, with pretty views that assholes like to jog in early in the morning.
The man he had been watching might’ve been from Blue Park, but he hadn’t lived there for a long time.
Figured.
It was just another way the man pretended to be something he wasn’t.
Jumping out of his car, Dominic ran after him, his fury driving him to catch up with him. Then he waited until he was a few feet away before he let him know of his presence.
“Kayne!” Dom boomed out over the desolate park as the sun began to rise.
The figure in front of him looked over his shoulder before he quickly turned in surprise. “What the fuck are you doing her—”
“We need to talk,” Dominic continued closing the distance between them.
Looking over his shoulder, back toward the way he had been heading before he’d been stopped, Kayne’s tone went serious. “This needs to wait, Dom.”
“It can’t” was all he had said when his fist met Kayne’s jaw. Dominic had waited twenty-something years to do that, and it felt good.
Kayne slowly wiped the blood from his mouth with anger growing in his gold eyes, but his voice stayed even. “If this is about Maria, I get it. But right now, I—”
bRRing …
The phone ringing in his pocket cut him off.
Pulling out his phone in a hurry, Kayne checked to see who was calling.
Dom took one look at his face and knew instinctively who it was.
“It’s her, isn’t it?” he asked furiously.
bRRing …
Kayne held up a hand. “I need you to trust me—”
bRRing …
“Trust you?” Dominic laughed manically. “Why don’t you answer it and tell Maria the truth about you?”
bRRi-
Kayne’s finger slipped, and instead of canceling the call, he unknowingly answered it.
“What do you think she’ll think about you then?” Dom asked harshly with a twisted smile.
Now Kayne finally fought back. “I planned on telling her!”
“When was that? Before or after you got done fucking her?”
Kayne took a threatening step closer to him. “You don’t even know anyth—”
“I know you’ve been fucking jealous of me since the day we met. Was ruining Bristol’s fucking life not enough for you?” Dominic pulled his Glock from his back when Kayne made a move for his pocket.
The old Kayne quickly returned to his golden eyes as words spewed from him like venom. “I should fucking kill yo—”
BANG!
The look that rested in Kayne’s eyes as the phone slipped from his hand, crashing to the pavement, was the same one that had been in Leo’s single eye when that explosion had taken away his other. Only, Kayne wouldn’t be losing just an eye.
Kayne looked down to the hole that had been placed in his chest. Covering the wound with his hand, blood flowed through his fingers as fresh raindrops began to lightly touch their skin.