Bound by Vengeance (Born in Blood Mafia Chronicles 5)

He wasn’t a monster. He was monstrous in parts, had no choice but to turn that way to survive the horrors of his past. But there was a human side to him as well. It had shone through more and more in the time we spent together. Perhaps eventually it would win over his monstrous side, but I knew I couldn’t go his path to humanness with him. I had to think of my mother and sister.

The hope of being reunited with both of them gave me strength. I didn’t want to consider that today I could lose everything.

“I didn’t tell anyone that we’d be going to your mother today. First, I thought about pretending you wanted to visit her, but after Falcone’s words yesterday, that would have only caused suspicion. He might have worried that you would warn your mother of his plans to stop the negotiations.”

“You’re probably right,” I said. “Where will we meet the guy who’s helping us?”

“Mino will be at a meeting point in a deserted factory.”

“So he won’t help you fight Falcone’s bodyguards?” What was his purpose then?

“I prefer to fight alone.”

Suddenly it struck me that Mino was only meant as a driver, but that only made sense if Growl didn’t expect to be able to drive us himself.

I had no time to think about it because we parked in front of my old home.

Growl didn’t hesitate. Everything had to go very fast. He practically sprang out of the car and ran toward the house. He rang the bell, and a man I didn’t know opened the door after a moment. Growl grabbed his head and twisted violently like I’d seen him do months ago. The man dropped to the ground, and then Growl disappeared inside the house. My hand reached for the door. It was hard to stay in the car and wait. What if something went wrong and I wasn’t there to help?

What could I possibly do though? If one of Mother’s guards managed to overpower Grown, then that person would definitely have no trouble with me.

The seconds were trickling by and my palms were becoming sweaty. Then, finally, Growl stormed out of the house, dragging Mother after him. I let out a sigh of relief.

Mother was struggling against him, obviously convinced he meant her harm. I opened the door and that’s when she spotted me. Confusion crossed her face but she stopped fighting Growl, not that she’d been getting anywhere with her struggle anyway. I knew the power behind his grip.

Growl opened the back door and pushed Mother inside, then threw the door closed again. He sat behind the steering wheel mere seconds later and we drove off again.

Mother sat up from where she’d been sprawled out on the backseat, then noticed Coca and Bandit behind her in the trunk. She gasped and shied away.

“They’re harmless,” I assured her.

She gave me a questioning look. Her eyes darted between me and Growl, obviously unsure if she should speak in front of him. “Everything’s going to be okay,” I tried to calm her. “Growl is helping us run away from Las Vegas.”

Mother’s eyes widened. “But Talia?”

“We’ll get her first and then we’ll drive to New York.”

Mother shook her head. “I didn’t succeed. Luca wants nothing to do with the Camorra.”

“You aren’t part of the Camorra,” Growl interrupted. “You are family. He will take you in.”

I stared at him. “But you are. Doesn’t Luca know?”

“He knows. I’ve done too much in Falcone’s name.”

I didn’t understand. Would Luca take him in anyway? Or perhaps Growl had no intention of joining us in New York, and that was why Mino was supposed to drive us.

I noticed Mother’s scrutiny and averted my eyes from Growl. She couldn’t find out about my feelings.

“What about Falcone?” Mother asked.

“There’s no time to explain,” Growl said impatiently. His body was tight with tension.

He stopped the car behind a pick-up parking on the side of the street. “This is Mino’s car. I want you to get in there, and I’ll take care of Falcone.”

I glared at him. “I thought he would be waiting in a factory for us after we were done with Falcone.”

“I don’t want you around when I’m dealing with him. You’ll only be in the way, and there’s not enough room for Falcone if you and your mother are there.”

A burly man got out of the pick-up and waited.

“I won’t leave,” I said firmly.

Growl pressed his lips together. He was getting angry, but I didn’t care. I wanted to be part of this. “Alright,” he muttered. “But your mother will.”

He got out and flung open the back door. Mother gave me a frightened look. “What are you doing, Cara? This is madness.” She didn’t get further. Growl pulled her toward the pick-up and put her in the backseat, then he was back behind the steering wheel and we drove away. I peered over my shoulder at the pick-up that pulled away from the roadside and went off in the other direction.