Page 2 of Luna: HERmerta

“About twenty minutes away.” she goes silent before she responds.

“Get home now. We have intel.”

“Got it. Be right there.” Without thinking I begin to get dressed, no questions. When she says jump, we all simply leap.

“Where are you going?” Wictor asksI sigh because once again I am going to have to lie to him. See this is why we meet not at our homes. My life is not safe for someone not in the organization and he for whatever reason is hiding something as well. That is why our arrangement works. No mess. No fuss. It’s just that lately things have been feeling a little more…involved and that is dangerous. Not just for his life but also for my heart.

Finally dressed, I go over to the bed and lean over it. “I’m sorry. I gotta go. Talk to you soon.” is all I always commit to before kissing him and walking out.

The drive is short, but long enough to make a call to my second in command. “Luna.” Dalian answers like the man incharge and in some ways I guess he is. Giulia sent him down here to fix some chinks in my organization. I have had some issues lately with moles and attacks on my docks that Giulia was convinced were coming from inside my line. I on the other hand vehemently denied it. So, she sent Dalian, a cousin-in-law of my cousin Aurora down here to find it and he did within a week. That is when I knew I didn't have the guts and or instinct for this life, but the need to not disappoint my family was strong inside of me.

“Hey, do you know what is going on?”

“Yeah. Giulia is on her way here.” Fuck. Whatever it is, it cannot be good if she has to come to town. “Seems your father is back in town.” If any words could put ice in my veins, it’s those. See the day that changed my life is not that my father died, it’s that he didn’t. Shortly after speculation began about him orchestrating it and you know what, I fought for him. I went against what was left of my family to defend him and then the proof came through and I felt sick.

Before my very eyes information began coming in proving he was not only a traitor but also a murderer of his own family. That was the day I knew I was going to join. I vowed to kill him. I want to avenge those he killed but I also want to restore honor to me, my sister, and my brother. Being the child of a traitor leaves a stain.

“Shit. Is it confirmed?” I ask, my pulse racing like a Corvette.

“Yes. Photographs.”

“Anything else I should know?” I know something else is happening. I can feel it.

“There is a meeting of the three families tomorrow. Giulia is going to attend and is expecting you and I to do the same.” well fuck. This is more than I want to deal with right now, but it is my job and my burden.

“Be there in five.” Alright. Here we go.

CHAPTER

TWO

WICTOR

Watchingher leave I grind my jaw because every time she walks out the door she takes my heart with her. We have never talked about emotion or where we are going, we just sort of met, gravitated toward one another, and decided to embark on this secret hidden sexual encounter. We haven’t exchanged last names or disclosed personal information of any kind. We have not moved past the physical. Well, she hasn’t.

I am in love with her. Every part of her from her strong demeanor that I know is a facade. I can see the pain and misery inside of and when I ask about it, she simply gets on top of me and the conversation is over. The thing is I want to take care of her, be her rock, be her partner, be her husband, and the love of her life like she is mine. But, there is a little problem…she doesn’t know that I am the current leader of the Pruszkow, the Polish Mob.

Two years ago, my first cousin Jakub Wojcik, grandson of the Polish Don, bastard son of the Pruszkow leader, discovered his father’s betrayal and killed him. He effectively ended our family’s reign and opened the gates for a new breed of mobsters to take over. Since he left Chicago he could care less. The thing is, he wanted it destroyed completely but he didn’t want to comeback to Chicago to do it himself, having a wife and kids at home in New York.

So one day out of the blue he called me and asked me and my brother if we would be willing to come here and dismantle what was left of our family’s organization once and for all. My father, another son of the Don, raised us in Los Angeles far from the business of killing, but we had our own operation in L.A. and although we were far removed from this part of life, we were still trained to defend ourselves and the way of the Pruzkow. So, I told my cousin right and here I am in Chicago.

“Shit.” My phone rings and immediately I know the ringtone. “Speak,” I say to my brother Piotr.

“There is a meeting of the three families tomorrow and our attendance is requested.” Damn it, I don't have time for this shit. Motherfucker. I had plans to trap one of my uncle's lackeys who has been talking a little too much and trying to make trouble.

“I will be home soon. We need to find Bartek today.”

“Located him an hour ago.” That is why my brother, and I work so well together

“excellent. send me the address. Anything interesting being whispered in the streets?”

“As a matter of fact, it seems the lost DeSantis has been spotted in the city.” No fucking way.

“What a dumb fuck. Why would he come back here? Doesn’t he know there is a bounty on his head?”

“Word has it his daughter is here running Chicago and as we both know it is being said she is aiding him.”

“Wow. If that's true, she has a death wish because from what I hear, the leader is a scary kobieta.” Apparently she walks around with a sword that she is not afraid to use.

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