Page 65 of His to Destroy

“He brutally assaulted Almeria, stole her innocence, and was going to pin it on me if shit got out. The raid and the fact that Almeria herself disappeared foiled his plans. He’s going to pay for even thinking he could smear my name like that.”

We mafia men are heartless, but we draw our boundaries firmly at women and children. No matter which syndicate they belong to, they are not to be hurt.

“When I move,” I say, “it’ll be public. It’ll be bloody. And everyone will know exactly why.”

Sancia smirks. “Good. I was getting bored.”

Enzo’s eyes sharpen. “You want it clean?”

“No.” I smile coldly. “I want it personal.”

I spend the next few days gathering information on Stark and what he’s been up to since he thought he disappeared. No one stays hidden from Sancia.

Quietly and careful, I plan my move.

It would be easy to kill him in the dark. To make him disappear.

But easy isn’t justice.

Easy wouldn’t show Almeria that she’s worth more than secrets and silent revenge.

She deserves to see him fall.

To see him beg.

To know that the man who broke her once can never touch her again.

That’s the only apology that matters now.

Before the end of the month, the plan is in motion.

Sancia will leak a whisper—an invitation Stark won't refuse.

Enzo will set the trap.

And me?

I’ll be waiting.

The only thing left to do now is tell Almeria the truth.

She deserves to hear it from me.

Not when the blood’s already spilled.

But before.

Before she can decide whether she still wants to stand beside me once she sees just how dark my love for her truly is.

I head back to the mansion.

The drive feels endless, the city lights blurring past me without meaning. My hands grip the steering wheel like it’s the only thing tethering me to the ground.

When I pull up outside the gates, two guards step aside immediately.

They can probably feel it—the rage, the purpose radiating off me like a second skin.

I don’t go to my own room.

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