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I exhaled, relieved to hear my Father’s voice again. Him and I have gone at it and he certainly hasn’t been the most loving Father…but he’s still my Father. And I hope he’ll actually support me in what I’m doing for once.

But…this could all backfire. He could yell at me and disown me, saying I jumped the gun again and acted irrationally. It’s a risk, but one I have to take.

I take a steadying breath before saying, “I’m here with your brother. He just admitted to hiring a hitman to take you out. Said he’s been plotting your demise for twenty years now. Isn’t that right, Uncle?”

“Brother!” Uncle calls out. “Thank god you’re awake! Your daughter has lost her mind. She shot—”

I squat next to him and press my gun right against his balls. He turns white as a ghost, and then says, “I…yes, I ordered a hitman. But you can’t honestly tell me you wouldn’t do the same if I was the boss? When you see that the head of the family isn’t running things well, someone has to step in. I only wanted to keep the family safe.”

I roll my eyes. What bullshit.

In a gruff voice we all know too well, Father answers, “Agostini. I’ll see you in hell. And Arianna…make me proud.”

“That’s all I’ve been trying to do, Father.” Bang! I put a bullet in my Uncle’s head, then turn away.

“Good girl,” Father tells me.

I’ve never felt so happy. This is the best day of my life.

CHAPTER 32 — HE LOVES ME

Carmine

This man on the floor laughing like a clown at a circus is my fucking father. My mother made many babies for him as part of her duty, via an arranged marriage. Yet all he did was disrespect her at every turn. He carelessly started wars that we could never fucking win and sat by while six of my siblings died. He didn’t fucking give two shits about dead Gaudinos until they weren’t the ones birthed by my mother; he loved his bastards and whore more than us.

Getting tired of his performance, I say, “Explain something to me before I kill you. What was the plan here?”

He stares at me, looking disgusted, but he doesn't speak.

“No, really,” I continue. “I heard your insane plan about raping my wife, and that is why you’re going to die a cruel death.”

“You took my woman away from me,” he finally says.

This again.

I lean over and grab his shirt collar, pulling him up to look me in the eyes. “Mother fucker, you took my six siblings away from me! When I told you to stop the war, you fucking lied to my face and said my dead siblings served their purpose. So I took from the other side, and only then did your fatherly instincts kick in?”

He spits on me but I don’t flinch. “Fuck you,” he says with venom. “You should have never been born.”

I reach down, pointing my gun at his cock, and ask, “You really think I’d ever let you use that old dick in my woman?”

He chuckles a bit and says, “It’s a family tradition. Don’t you care about legacy?”

My patience is running thin, so I point my gun at the ceiling and fire off a shot, making the old man flinch. “Listen, you sick bastard, I don’t know what you’re rambling about, but this is the day you stop embarrassing my mother. And last words?”

His eyes flash with rage. “Fuck your mother. She did this. You think she’s some innocent saint?”

“What about my mother? This is your last chance; you die right here, old man.”

With more hate in his eyes, he begins to rant, “Your mother was a fucking whore. She married me and spent her time going from my bed to my father’s. Like I said, fucking a son’s wife is a family tradition.”

My grip loosens on his collar as I’m trying to take in what he just said. My mother wouldn’t..

My old man laughs. “Wasn’t expecting that, were you? My dear old father arranged my marriage and then helped himself to her just to prove I wasn’t a real man. She fucking loved it and kept going back for more. The asshole kept knocking her up. His babies, in my wife’s belly, and I couldn’t say a fucking thing.”

I release him and step back, the room spinning. “So you’re not my…”

“Nope. But I raised you like my own son, didn’t I? Yet I get no fucking credit!”

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