After all, don’t I already know Massimo’s the devil?
My husband is a monster who won’t think twice about killing my best friend in cold blood.
The last face I see is my father’s as Manni carries me through the door and it closes shut.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Massimo
I land a fist in this fucker’s stomach. He tries to double over, but my soldiers hold him up.
I already messed up his face. This is me trying my best not to kill his ass.
Act and show my wrath, then ask questions later.
And my, do I have questions for this little prick.
“Stop…” Jacob wails. Tristan gives me a stern look.
Andreas and Dominic, however, are on my other side and seem to be in favor of the beating.
What the fuck am I supposed to act like after that little display? Under normal circumstances, I would have popped a bullet in this fucker’s head right there in the church. Of course, I didn’t do it because of her… Emelia. And fucking fuck, Father De Lucca has never seen me kill before.
I wasn’t about to end this guy on hallowed ground with everyone watching.
Taking him out back is just a little better, but still bad.
“Stop? Really?” I roar and pull my gun. I hit him on the side of his face with the back of it. Instantly, the skin cracks and blood pours down his cheek. “You motherfucker. It seems like you don’t know who I am. Or maybe you have a death wish. You think you can just burst into my wedding and do shit like what you just dished to me and live to tell the tale? Fuck, no.” I get up in his face. He flinches.
I have to give this kid credit. Maybe he has more balls than me. After all, he did just declare his love for my wife from the rooftop, for all to hear.
“I don’t care who you are, Massimo D’Agostino,” he answers through the blood running from his teeth. “Kill me if you want. All I care about is her. This marriage wasn’t real. You took her away and crushed her dreams. She was supposed to be in Florence, not here on this day, marrying you.”
I hit him again, but this time, I hit him because he’s right.
He spurts more blood and starts panting but stares at me head on. I don’t know what infuriates me more. The fact that he loves my girl, or that he loves her so much he’s willing to put himself in danger and die for her.
“Think you’re brave?” I ask. It’s a useless question.
“I don’t care. She’s in danger, and when danger comes, it will take all of you. Your Syndicate won’t be able to do anything against the people coming for you. You will die, and I don’t want her to go down with you.”
“What are you talking about?” This fucker knows something. Something that made him risk his life to try and save Emelia.
“Find your own information,” he shouts, trying to kick me.
I take the kick so I can rush him. The guards drop him when I do, and I land a one-two punch in his face. I have half a mind to beat his ass, but I hold back. Jesus Christ, do I ever hold back. He can’t tell me what I need to know if I mess him up too badly. Instead, I grab his face and hold his jaw so he can stare me in the eye and see I’m serious as fuck and need to know what he knows.
He can act all ballsy if he wants, but we’ll see what he says when I break his fucking jaw off for pissing with me.
“Listen to me, you little shit,” I begin and grit my teeth. “You tell me what I need to know right the fuck now. If you fucking love Emelia the way you say you do, you will tell me everything. Tell me so I can protect her.”
It must be a miracle that falls on us, but his eyes soften somewhat, and he seems less adamant to hold on to information.
“Members of The Circle of Shadows are here,” he says, which is enough. I don’t need to look at my brothers to know they’ve tensed up at the mention of the group. “There was a guy. Russian guy. He was talking in a bar on the underground. I heard a conversation I shouldn’t have heard.”
“What did he look like?”
“Long black hair and a tattoo on his face of a snake, the fire crest of the Shadows tattooed on his cheek.”