Velvet Lullabies

Yeah, he was ready.

He wanted to kill these assholes.

???

Armed with the truth, Lucian finally knew who the assholes in this fucked up situation were.

“They’re in his office.” The enforcer pointed him down the hall as he entered the Maranzano mansion.

The Irish were shitty. Lucian would never deny that, but they were the ones who beat Adelina nearly to death and killed two people. No, that was her own supposed family.

“Lucian,” Massimo greet. “Sit, please.”

Lucian sat down in one of the leather chairs in Massimo’s office, Nico waited behind him in the doorway.

“To what do we owe this pleasure? Hmm?”

Years of taekwondo training taught Lucian to inhale deeply and keep his heart rate from spiking in moments like these. He kept his cool, even though a savage part of him wanted to rip this man’s head off.

There were many ways he could have gone about this endeavor. For starters, he could have sent someone else, but he really wanted to see the look on his face.

“Well Adelina is safe now.”

“Yes, great news. Good job.”

“I mean safe from you.”

Massimo feigned confusion. “I’m not sure what you mean?”

“I mean, I know what happened.”

Vinny perked up in his seat across from Lucian. “What the hell?”

“Shut up.” He snapped. “My turn to do the talking.”

Both men stared back with surprised faces.

“So, your son,” he pointed to Massimo. “was beating Adelina. Did you know?”

“What?” Vinny snapped.

Massimo hung his head. “Yes.”

“That

’s what I thought. Then, your best friend and your father figured it out. Like any father, he was pissed so he shot Theo to stop him.”

Vinny sat enraged, hand gripping either side of the chair. “What the fuck is he talking about boss?”

“And then, when you found Angelo hovering over your son and his passed-out daughter, what did you do?”

Massimo sat silent.

“What did you do?” Lucian asked again, this time slamming his hands down on the desk.

Massimo raised his head slowly, his lips snarled into a sinister look. “I shot him.”

As if timed perfect, Vinny pulled his weapon from the holster on his hip, cocked it, and pulled the trigger.