Page 79 of Ruthless Vengeance
Andre and I have been going back and forth for hours, trying to figure out how the hell we’re going to navigate the shitstorm headed our way now that Cillian is looking to call in the favor I owe him.
There are a lot of things I need to sort out if I’m going to break this deal, and the pressure is starting to get to me.
I’ll only have one shot to take him down and if Cillian catches a whiff of my plan, Andre and I will be better off dead.
I tuck my phone back into my pocket, trying to take my mind off Clara. “We’re running out of time.”
Andre braces his hands against the dark mahogany desk, his eyes fixed on the portrait of our father hanging on the wall behind it.
I was surprised when Andre suggested coming to our family’s penthouse in the city, but we needed to put a safe enough distance between us and the rest of our family while we figure out our next move.
Even with eyes on Ben, we can’t be one hundred percent sure that he hasn’t stabbed us in the back by getting a message to Cillian, informing him of our plan.
Andre’s shoulders are almost at his ears, stiff as a board. “No matter what, it’s going to end in a bloodbath.”
I glance at the portrait of our father.
The only reason we’re even in the position is because of him.
“Our father better be grateful he’s not fucking alive right now.”
Andre’s body is practically vibrating as he looks at our father like he’s nothing more than a stranger.
The resemblance between the two of them is unnerving, yet they couldn’t be more different in terms of the way they do business.
I know Andre would rather die than let his family take the fall for his own mistake. I just wish our father had offered us the same courtesy.
My phone starts vibrating once again in my pocket, but this time it’s not Clara.
“Fuck. It’s Cillian.”
Andre straightens as I answer the call and put it on speaker.
“Hello, De Luca.”
“What can I do for you, Cillian?” My eyes flick to Andre who has gone deathly still.
“It’s time foryeto repay the favor. I’m gonna needyeto meet me at a warehouse in Hell’s Kitchen in three days.”
Fuck.
This is it. The countdown to my doom.
“What do you need me to do?” I try to come across as calm, despite the fact that my body has broken out into a cold sweat.
Andre pulls out his own phone and starts furiously tapping away at the screen.
“Just wait and see.”
“Will it be just me or?—”
“Why all the questions?”
“I just like to know what I’m getting myself into.”
“The point is,yedon’t have afeckin’choice. That’s the beauty of calling in a debt.”
I tense at Cillian’s words.
