Page 51 of Cage the Storm
My first mistake was letting her speak her mind. But that doesn’t mean it’s too late for me to right the wrong.
Mateo glances at me. “You good?”
“Just fucking drive.”
The conversation with Luna isn’t over. I just haven’t decided how to finish it yet.
I stare out the window, but my mind’s working overtime.
Carlo thinks he can disappear, leave the wreckage behind like it won’t follow him. But this isn’t over. Not by a long shot.
The moment I find him, lines will be drawn, and there won’t be room for hesitation.
Because once this ends, once Carlo is in my hands, there will be no forgiveness. No negotiation.
Only retribution.
And I intend to deliver it myself.
CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
LUNA
I hadevery intention of staying upstairs when I heard Nico and Mateo come home from their morbid hunt for Carlo. Then my curiosity got the better of me, so I decided to sneak downstairs. Convincing myself that I just wanted to make sure that Nico was all right. But their angry voices pushed me closer until I was pressed against the wall outside his door.
“Carlo wasn’t working alone,” Nico spits out. “Too many pieces line up with the D’Angelo’s.” My breath catches, heat creeping up my spine.
Mateo responds. “You think they had something to do with it?”
“I’m certain they had everything to do with it.”
My stomach twists.
“They started this war when they killed my brother,” Nico continues, his voice deadly. “Dante, Vinnie, and Aldo were never leaving that warehouse alive.”
Rage burns through me so fast I don’t even realize I’m moving until the office door swings open. Nico and Mateo both turn, startled, but only for a beat. Nico’s expression hardens instantly.
“You killed my brother?” The accusation rips from my throat. “Along with my cousin and uncle?”
Nico doesn’t blink. “I did.”
The cruelty of his words, the absolute certainty in them, sends a shudder through me. Rage so potent blinds everything else.
My fists clench, nails biting into my palms. “How could you?”
Nico’s waiting for me to break. “They made their choice,moglie.” I want to shove his wife reference right back in his face.
A bitter laugh tears from my throat. “And what choice did they have? You think this was justice?”
Mateo curses under his breath, bracing for the fallout, but I don’t acknowledge him. I only see Nico. And before I can stop myself and think about the consequences, I retaliate.
“It wasn’t my family that had Giovanni killed at that whorehouse. It was me!”
Nico roars, and before I can react, his hand is around my throat. One second, I’m standing there, waiting. The next, I’m caged in fury—his pulse pounding through every inch of him, every inch of me.
His teeth grind, his jaw locks, and his stare cuts through me like a knife. “You,” he snarls, voice shaking with his anger. “You’re responsible for my brother’s death!”
I claw at his wrists, but his hold doesn’t falter.
