Page 6 of Ruthless Vengeance
There’s a beat of silence followed by a low chuckle. “Oh,yeknow I love a good bloodbath.”
The hairs on the back of my neck stand up at his words.
Cillian sounds too eager to help, which is unlike him.
But I don’t have time to consider his ulterior motives, not when Clara’s life might be hanging by a thread.
“How quickly can you get your men to Lakeview Drive?” I glance over at Andre, and the muscle in his jaw ticks.
I’m glad I’m not the only one who isn’t thrilled about the prospect of walking into Tommaso’s den with Cillian Moore at our side, but at this point, we don’t have much of a choice.
“Within the hour. And don’tyeworry, I’ll be sendin’ me very best.”
As soon as the phone goes dead, I exhale.
My brother frowns. “You trust him?”
“Not even a little.”
Andre nods.
My shoulders slump a bit. “But we don’t have any other options. Whatever happens, Clara is getting out of this alive.”
While we wait for Jax to get back to us with any information regarding the location, Andre and I get ready.
I stock up on weapons, stashing two guns in my waistband and multiple magazines in my pockets as well as strapping knives to my calves. Though, I will take any opportunity to kill Tommaso Costa with my bare hands. A bullet would be too quick of a death for him. He deserves much worse for hurting Clara.
Andre checks his beeping phone. “Jax says the location has checked out. It’s a warehouse complex listed under one of Tommaso’s aliases.”
“Fuck.”
“He’s waiting outside with Vince, Enzo, and the others. We should get going.”
As we head into the hall, my chest tightens as I think of Zoe.
“I’ll be there in a minute.”
“Marco—”
I don’t wait for Andre to finish his sentence. In the back of my mind, I can’t help but think that this could be the last time I ever see my daughter.
Creeping down the hall, I slip into Clara’s room where Zoe is fast asleep in her crib.
The soft glow from the nightlight casts shadows over her face. She looks so peaceful, so unaware, which is how it should be.
I’m glad that she won’t remember anything from the last forty-eight hours, that her innocence will still be intact.
But I can’t help but fear for when she’s older. Something like this will happen again, and I might not even be around to stop it.
My heart clenches as I brush my fingers over her little hand.
Her fingers twitch in her sleep, curling around my finger for the briefest second before she relaxes again.
My world isn’t meant for her, and yet she’s already in it, forever trapped in the web of violence and danger.
Is this really the life I want for her?
“I love you, Zoe.” I stroke her hair, shoving the thoughts of Zoe’s future aside.
