Page 6 of Relentless Oath

As she kept driving deeper into the city, the neighborhood grew rougher. I looked around at the dilapidated homes, some of which had cars parked in their front yards with one or more wheels missing. It didn’t get much better from there.

The neighborhoods around us just became more run down and desolate. They looked abandoned, as if a bomb had exploded and everyone who lived there had died. Aside from a few stray dogs, no other living creatures were around.

I didn’t recognize this part of the city at all and kept my distance. She slowed down in front of a broken-down school, and I drove past her, keeping an eye on her through my rearview mirror.

I circled the block and parked on the other side of the school, close enough to see her, but not so close it would seem obvious. To my surprise, there were some kids playing on the block and they looked at me and my car with interest.

I was glad I’d borrowed an unremarkable sedan from my array of vehicles. I tried to change them up from time to time so that Mya wouldn’t notice a specific car on her tail all the time. So far, it had worked.

I admired her body as she made her way to a rusty swing set that sat a few yards from the school and took a seat. She was petite but curvy in all the right places. Beautiful breasts, round hips, and a backside I dreamed of rubbing against.

She was the whole package, but her body paled in comparison to her face. She was classically beautiful, with big hazel eyes, like an old Hollywood starlet.

She waited on the swing, looking out at nothing. What was she waiting for? Just then another car pulled up.

A tall, thin man stepped out of the car. He waved to her, and I watched them embrace briefly. She smiled at him. Her smile was just as rare as her laughter.Who the fuck was he?

Jealousy made me narrow my eyes as I resisted the urge to throw the man in the trunk of my car, never be seen again.

She was mine. We’d never met…she didn’t even know my name, but she was mine.

They walked away from the sad excuse of a playground, talking. I lost them as they turned the corner. I followed from a distance.

Cautiously, I approached the corner and spotted them again. I watched as they talked for a little and then he handed it to her. A gun. He was slick, but there was no denying what I saw.

What the fuck was happening?I scratched my chin.

What did she need with a gun? Reality came crashing down when I remembered what was supposed to happen today.

Nico, that fuck up, was getting out. If it were up to me, I would have let him rot in prison, but my oldest brother, Matteo, using his vast network of contacts, had arranged Nico’s acquittal and release.

All of this had been done against my wishes. I didn’t know who Matteo had paid off, and honestly I didn’t want to know. I didn’t fuck with Matteo or Nico.

The only reason the two of them were still around was because my father had always said family was everything. He also made us take turns beating the shit out of each other. He said it would toughen us up, make us understand pain.

Needless to say, I didn’t feel sad that that the bastard was now long gone. My father had never once acted as a father should. He had never once shown me affection or kindness.

The world was a better place without him in it.

Their conversation was short. He hugged her again and then walked back to his car and drove away without a second glance. She did the same.

I reached for my phone and called Joseph.

“What can I do for you, Mr. di Cecco?”

“It’s Mya. I need you to trail her for me.”

I quickly gave him her location.

“What do you want me to do once I catch up with her?”

“Stopping her from killing my brother would be a good start.”

CHAPTER THREE

Mya

Waitingto kill someone was boring.

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