Page 76 of Mafia Boss

“Okay,” I whispered, moving off of him and walking to the closet, where I had stored my gun after I murdered Alessa last night. I pulled it out of a drawer, checked to make sure it had enough bullets in it for each of my family members, and turned back to Cristian. “I’m ready.”

Cristian lay against the headboard with a smirk on his face and his chest bare. “Fuck, Roxie. You’re so fucking sexy with that gun in your hands.” He stood up and walked over to me in all his naked glory. “Nobody could ever compare to you. Ever.”

My lips twitched up into a smile, my heart racing. Part of me still couldn’t believe that, all within a night, I had killed someone and become Cristian’s wife, who he actually … adored. He had wanted me to be the villain, wanted to make me into something that I wasn’t … but maybe, deep down, I had always been the girl who would do what it took to get what she wantedandneeded.

I’d just needed a little push from him.

“Can we go?” I asked impatiently.

He chuckled, grasped my face to kiss me, and walked into the closet to grab some clothes. When he came back out, he counted the bullets in his gun, then shoved it into his waistband, twirling his keys on his other finger. “Anytime you want,principessa.”

Taking his hand in mine, I walked with him to the front door, pulled him out into the hallway, and found myself heading toward the elevators and feeling like the baddest bitch to walk the face of this planet. It was stupid and probably hella fucking embarrassing, but I felt good—too good.

“Have your parents moved?” Cristian asked once we were on the road and heading toward the town that they lived in.

I said my goodbyes to the city, knowing that I’d return later as a new person, and gazed out the windshield. “No. They barely leave their small town. They’re still there,” I said, stomach tightening the closer we got to their house.

The forty-five-minute drive seemed to fly by. I clutched the gun in my hand until my knuckles turned white and bounced my knees up and down, unable to hold all my nerves inside of me, especially when Cristian pulled up into the driveway andeveryone’s car was there—Mom’s, Dad’s, my brother’s, and my grandma’s.

For years, I’d wondered why they all lived together. Now, I understood.

“You ready?” Cristian asked once he parked the car.

But I was already out and storming up to the front door with the safety off my gun and insurmountable heartache from all the fucking pain I’d had to endure. I wasn’t upset; I was furious, angry, and heated.

Slamming the side of my fist against the door, I swallowed hard. One moment passed, then two, and then I heard Dad call that he was coming to answer the door.

And when the door finally swung open, I pointed the gun at his head and pulled the trigger.

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Dad smacked against the ground,his skull cracking in two and blood gushing out from the hole in his head. Unable to stop myself, I pointed the gun at his groin and shot one more bullet into him because I had nothing but rage and fury left inside of me.

My own family had encouraged this.

The lights turned on in the hallway, Mom’s footsteps pattering toward us almost at lightning speed. “Steve?” she called out, rounding the corner and stopping dead in her tracks when she saw me and Cristian standing inside the entryway with Dad in a puddle of blood.

“He’s dead,” I said lifelessly.

She screamed at the top of her lungs and rushed toward him, picking up his corpse in her arms and crying loudly, as if she wanted the neighbors to hear her. But they hadn’t heard me screaming for help and for my family to stop. My parents had bought this house for that reason—it was secluded.

And now, it was biting them in the ass.

“How could you do this to your father?” Mom screamed at me, cheeks stained with tears.

She sobbed so ugly that I wanted to end her right here and right now, but I needed to know how she could let her daughter be abused, how she had fucking lived with herself for all these years, knowing how fucked up she had left me.

“He loved you,” she snapped.

“That’s why he let me go over to Grandpa’s house and spend time alone with him in his garage?” I asked, voice stronger than I’d thought it would be. “You loved me so much that you let him do whatever the fuck he wanted to do with me.” I gave an empty laugh. “But it was all out of love, right?”

Mom paled and set Dad back down. “Honey, I—”

I pointed the gun right at her and nodded toward the hallway. “Get Grandma and my brother. I’m going to show the three of you how much I love you guys back, how much Iappreciateeverything you did to me.”

When Mom didn’t move, I aimed the gun at her foot and shot it, purposefully missing by a couple of inches. She yelped and hurried down the hallway, calling for my grandma and my brother, slamming open doors, begging them to come see me.

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