Page 164 of Villainous Kingpin
Basilio
Istalked closer to the door and a red mist filled my vision.
“This time, I’m going to kill you, Gio DiLustro.” Wynter’s voice was strong, but underlined by trembling. “For what you’ve done to my mother. And for what you’ve done to me.”
My mouth pulled into a snark and I lost my shit. He dared touch my woman. I’d slice him up, piece by fucking piece.
His fist connected with her shoulder and pain flashed across my wife’s face but she held it in.
“I’ll show you how we present the bloodied sheets even with your cherry popped, you whore.”
Pulling the knife out of my holster, I charged against him. My hand wrapped around his throat in a crushing grip and I pressed my knife against his lower abdomen.
“You touched her,” I roared. “You fucking touched her.”
He never saw me coming; he was so intent on the two women. Wynter’s mother was on the floor, next to my uncle.
Father grasped my hand, choking the life out of him and his eyes bulged.
“Y-you can’t kill me,” he choked, his breathing ragged. “The Syndicate will obliterate you. Kill all the DiLustros, including your wife.”
I twisted the knife in his abdomen, fucking hating that he was right.
“You’ll die one way or another,” I said, a twisted grin curling my lips. “Like my wife said, your blood will be spilled today. Not hers. Never hers.”
“The Syndicate will-”
He didn't get to finish his words because I pulled out a knife and stabbed him again. His scream vibrated against the walls and it was the best fucking soundtrack.
I’d torture him, but then I’d have to run. I’d have to take Wynter and hide her so this sick motherfucker would never find her.
He opened his mouth to say something and I pushed my knife deeper into him. Pained gurgles filled the air.
“Basilio.” I recognized Dante’s voice behind me.
“Wyn, you okay?” Sasha lowered down on his knee, checking on my wife. I should be checking on her, except I lost my shit.
My eyes shifted to my wife, never releasing my father from my grip. Sasha was talking to her, but her eyes were on me.
“Principessa,” I murmured, regret lacing my voice. How badly did my father hurt her? I’d seen through my life what he was capable of. A feeling of dread settled in my stomach. Would she see my father each time she saw me? Would she hate me?
I finally understood why she ran. She had every right to keep away. I knew my father was to blame. He had hurt her mother and he hurt Wynter. And I wasn’t there to protect her. That fucking bastard.
He’d made enough hell on this earth.
My Uncle Franco stirred and Wynter’s mother leaned over him.
“Are you okay?” She watched him with trepidation.
“Dad.” Priest came down to help his father, his eyes looking to his mom. The two locked eyes and Wynter’s mother looked away as shame flashed across her expression.She knows.
I’d bet my life she knew Priest was her son.
Uncle Franco sat up with assistance from his son and his woman. Because the way he looked at Wynter’s mother, there was no mistaking that she was his woman.
“Who knows we’re here?” Uncle asked.
“Nobody,” I rasped, squeezing my father’s throat slightly harder. Unfortunately, it wasn’t hard enough to kill him. “Just the seven of us. Eight including this filthy father of mine.”
