Page 39 of Vincenzo's Promise
“She’ll never love you like she loves me!” he screamed. “Go to hell!”
I couldn’t help but smile. This was what I lived for—righting the wrongs done to those I loved.
“You first,” I whispered in his ear, sinking the blade in this side.
He grunted and jerked as I pushed the blade deeper in his flesh then yanked it out.
When I stepped back, his eyes were wide and full of pain and shock. I handed the knife to one of the guards in exchange for a hand towel to wipe the blood from my hands.
“Let him bleed out,” I ordered. “Then take him to Uncle Geno’s and feed him to the hogs.”
The man nodded, and I left from the room with Cyrus and Angelo by my side. When we reached the outside, Cyrus had a rare smile on his face.
“You care to tell me what kind of relationship you had with my father?” I asked.
Cyrus laughed and clapped my shoulder. “There’s not enough time today, but you and Bella both come and see me tomorrow, and I will explain everything. I’ll see you tonight.” He turned to walk away, but then turned back to me. “Vincenzo, thank you for protecting my daughter, just as I would have. Now I can leave this Earth knowing she will be well taken care of.”
“Well, make sure you don’t check out before the wedding. She would be crushed.”
His laugh was strangled, but genuine. “I wouldn’t miss my little girl’s wedding for the world. Trust me. Death and I have already come to an agreement.”
Without any more words, he walked to his awaiting car and slid into the back. Angelo and I stood and watched the black Town Car drive away.
“Is he crazy?” Angelo asked.
I shrugged. I wasn’t quite sure where Cyrus’s head was at, but I knew he had his daughter’s best interests at heart.
“Go pick up Cheryl from the airport.” I looked down at my watch then back at Angelo. “And don’t hit on her.”
That same mischievous smile he’d had since we were kids was plastered on his face, causing me to groan. He walked over to his car, laughing without responding. I knew exactly what that meant.
“I’m serious, Lo,” I shouted before he closed the door and drove away.
“He’s gonna hit on her,” I mumbled, pinching the bridge of my nose as I slid into the backseat of my car, resigning myself to the fact that either Cheryl would love Angelo or absolutely hate him. Either way, they would be around each other a lot more often. “Let’s head home, Mario. We got a party to prepare for.”
