Page 103 of Wrathful King
I looked down, finally seeing what I’d done. Maria’s dead body, her eyes frozen in horror. I was painted in her blood. My senses didn’t seem to want to work, because I should be petrified of what I’d done.
Except I wasn’t. And I wasn’t sorry either.
I refused to be anyone’s victim or puppet again. I would protect my family and myself, no matter the cost.That’s what a queen does. No more waiting to be saved or leaving revenge for others to handle. It was my job as much as Amon’s.
I’d killed before and I realized I’d probably kill again, considering I was staying in the underworld. My family and loved ones came first.
Besides, nobody could deny that Maria deserved it. She hurt my mamma.
“Remind me never to piss your wife off.”
I barely heard the words, but when I lifted my head, I found everyone staring at me. Hana and Hiroshi in shock. Asher’s eyes held… It wasn’t shock. It wasn’t disgust either. I wasn’t sure what it was, but it didn’t make me feel bad.
And my husband… He looked at me like he was proud.
“I stabbed her,” I croaked, still holding the bloody knife, my ears ringing. “I’m not sorry.”
He quietly stepped closer and nodded. “She deserved it.”
“Yes.”
“Want to give me the knife?” Amon asked carefully.
“What about them?” I said.
He shook his head. “I’ll take care of them.”
I dipped my chin and he steered me over to the couch. Blood dripped off my hands, my clothes were soaked, but justice was served and I found my anger easier to bear.
My focus returned to the two sitting opposite of us. Hana stared at me like I was crazy and ready to snap at her at any moment. Maybe I was. It could be that I reached my tipping point. My eyes flitted to Maria’s body on the floor.
The bitch deserved it for betraying my family. Let the fucking world know what happened when you fucked me over.
A terse nod from Amon and Asher left the room again.
“So, Hiroshi and Mother,” Amon drawled, his eyes narrowed on the two people who should have protected him but chose to betray him instead. Thank fuck for Dante’s loyalty. I didn’t think he’d be able to handle all three turning on him. “Anything to say for yourselves?”
Deafening silence fell over the living room that, once upon a time, had seen our family happy, however briefly. My parents had never stood a chance.
“I loved him,” Hana interrupted the stretch of silence. “I wanted him back.”
My spine jerked upright.
“That’s not love.” She ignored me, her eyes darting to her son. She might have betrayed us all, but there was no denying her love for her son. But then, maybe her love wouldn’t fare well for anyone around her. “You indirectly caused the death of my mother,” I accused. “Aren’t you sorry at all?”
Her eyes met mine. “No. I did what I had to for my son. Just like I had to endure years of Angelo Leone’s abuse so he’d believe Amon was his. I ensured my son was part of the Omertà, and I won’t apologize for that.”
Jesus Christ! This woman would go to unfathomable lengths for power.
“You almost caused my wife’s death.” Amon’s voice was lined with accusation.
She shook her head, a single tear rolling down her flawless skin. The woman was in her late forties but she looked like she was barely thirty. No wonder men and women alike fell all over themselves for her.
“You almost cost your son his life,” I whispered.
She kept shaking her head. “It wasn’t supposed to go that way.”
“So you did set it up,” Amon gritted. His jaw clenched and the vein in his neck pulsed.
