Page 22 of Ruthless Mafia Daddy

Tonight was not long enough, but it was all I had. And because of this fucking coward, I’m stuck on a rooftop.

I only had the chance to spend one full night with her. And thanks to fucking Tommy I don’t even get that.

Fuck this.

I toss my knife to the side, craving the feel of his flesh beneath my hands. So, clench my fist and send it crashing into Tommy’s face, splitting his cheek along with my knuckles.

I grunt, flexing my fingers. “I don’t like to ask twice.”

“Sergio,” Tommy splutters. “He could be…useful.”

I tilt my head to the side.

“Why?”

“His loyalty to Lorenzo is wavering. He could be persuaded to switch sides for the right price.”

Interesting.

“That’s more like it.” I take another swing at Tommy, sending his head snapping to the side.

Marco flinches. He hangs up the phone and glances at a now unconscious Tommy. “Andre?”

I’m panting, my knuckles screaming, but my head is a little clearer.

“Yeah?”

“He would’ve talked anyway. Was this really necessary?” Marco narrows his dark eyes at me.

“Says the person who chained him to a chair.” I look to Tommy. His body is limp, pathetic. “He betrayed us, and I don’t take that lightly. You shouldn’t either.”

“I don’t.” Marco folds his arms across his broad chest.

“Good.”

“I can take it from here.”

“No, I’m finishing this.” I move to crouch beside Tommy’s ankles to start removing the chains.

“Andre—”

“Stop.”

Marco stays silent as I finish unchaining Tommy and drag his limp body onto the concrete.

I nudge his face with my shoe.

“You ruined my night.” I land a swift kick to Tommy’s stomach. And another. And another.

The darkness starts to take over, whispering sweet nothings of death in my ear.

And I oblige.

My body doesn’t feel like my own as I grab Tommy by the shirt and land another punch to his already beaten-up face. Blood crusts on my hand, and I need more.

“Andre.” Marco’s voice sounds as if it’s underwater, distant and muffled.

Tommy’s face morphs into the face of Lorenzo Rossi. He’s the one I’m killing, and I won’t stop until his blood stains my skin.

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