Page 35 of Brutal Devil
“Bella.” Tomasso moves in for a hug. “You are a beautiful bride.”
She says nothing, standing stiffly as he embraces her.
“Congratulations, Mrs. Andriani,” he says.
In the next instant, a bullet goes into Tomasso Revello’s head. Blood sprays all over Luna’s wedding dress as he collapses against her. She screams.
I’m on autopilot, adrenaline out of control as I haul her away, letting her father fall to the ground. I know a dead man when I see one, and I have no idea where that bullet came from. For all I know, there’s another one for Luna and one for me too. The bastard who hit Tomasso is bold, taking him down in broad daylight in front of the most famous church in the fucking city.
“My father,” she protests, eyes wide, her pretty face splattered with red. She puts up a struggle, but she’s in shock.
I see the signs.
“We have to go,” I tell her, moving her faster, trying to shield her with my body.
The wedding guests are in a panic, fleeing, screaming, dispersing. My brothers surround us, getting us to where Rocco is waiting in the G-Wagon. I shove Luna inside first. The G is like a tank, fully armored with bulletproof glass. She’ll be safest there.
“Meet me back at the penthouse,” I tell Lucky, Saint, and Scorpion. “Keep your fucking heads down and don’t act on anything without me. Got it?”
They all nod. There’s another armored car parked behind us, waiting for them to pile in. Sirens are already blaring, heading this way. I’ve got to get Luna out of here. The cops can question us later. When it’s safe.
“We good?” I ask them.
“All clear.” Saint jerks his chin toward the G-Wagon. “Tend to your wife.”
Wife.
Yeah, she is that now.
But nothing that happened today went according to plan, and now Tomasso Revello is dead. Had he moved his head an inch in either direction, it could have been Luna instead.
Everything’s a blur as I slide into the back seat of the G.
Luna is trembling, weeping. Her father’s blood mingles with the tears. And something inside me breaks open.
“Drive,” I order Rocco just before I take her in my arms, pulling her into my lap.
He hits the gas, and none of us look back.
Luna
I’m sobbing uncontrollably. Deep, body-shuddering weeping that makes it almost impossible for me to catch my breath. Panic is threatening to choke me.
I don’t know where I am. It’s not Priest’s penthouse. The ride through the city was a blur. He held me in his lap and let me scream and cry into his chest the whole way to this place.
But there are a few things I do know.
My father is dead. He was shot and killed today. On my wedding day. In my fucking arms.
And I’m the wife of a Mafia boss.
“Luna?”
It’s his voice. Priest’s. Coming through the door.
I’m on the floor of a windowless room, hugging my knees to my chest. I don’t want to see him now. I don’t want to see him ever again.
I wipe my dripping nose with the back of my hand. “Go away.”
