Page 93 of Merciless Sinner

My father is the reason Olivia was gone from my life all these years.

With the loss of her memory, she didn't know where to turn.

She was alone in the world with all kinds of danger lurking around every corner. Like what happened to her in Monte Carlo. I don’t want to think what would have happened if I wasn’t there. When you go to prison in those types of countries, especially with a fake ID, you’re screwed.

This is exactly the kind of thing my father wanted. Destruction.

The O’Ridians’ destruction.

He can’t get away with what he’s done.

He must die for this, and I will give him death.

With my gun in my hand, I whirl around and head for the door. But before I can reach it, a heavy hand pulls me backward.

“Virgo, no!” Dante shouts.

“Fucking let go of me.” I shove his hand off my shoulder, but he grabs me again.

This time, Cillian joins him, taking my other side.

“Virgo, stop it,” Cillian barks, then the two of them are pushing me into the wall.

“He needs to die for this!” I shout. “My father needs to die for this!”

“We need evidence,” Dante barks, pushing me back into the wall when I shove him away from me.

“Screw the fucking evidence. We've heard enough. It was him. He’s guilty. They're dead, aren't they?”

I make a move to go again, but Cillian and Dante come at me stronger. They were holding back before.

I know I sound like I've lost my mind, but this is within reason. Suddenly, the door opens, and Dante's men come in. On seeing the struggle, they don't think twice about joining in to hold me down.

It takes all five of them to wrestle me to the ground, but I'm still fighting to break free, with my gun in my hand.

“Virgo, calm the fuck down.” Cillian elbows me.

I can't believe he of all the people is trying to talk me out of killing my father. The only person who hates him more than me is Cillian.

Cillian should be right with me, gun in hand, ready to go and blow my father's brains out.

“You should be at my side. Right at my side!” I shout.

“You motherfucker. Olivia needs you.” He throws a punch in my face, stunning me. But I don't feel the impact of the punch as much as the hit from his words.

“Olivia needs you, you asshole. You just married my sister, and now you want to do something like this to leave her. Olivianeedsyou!” He's shouting in my face now. “With no fucking evidence, if you kill your father now, a man who is a second seat in the Creed and Pakhan of your Brotherhood, the Bratva will be forced to kill you. Or at the very least lock you away for the rest of your life.”

My body goes still on hearing his words, and my gaze switches from him to Dante, who has gone silent.

But his face says it all. Dante is the leader of the Creed and the Pakhan of his Brotherhood, which have such a close alliance with mine. They may as well be the same entity. It would be him who would have to kill me.

He would be expected to do so, to fulfil his leadership. And if he didn't, they would kill him and his wife. That is the law of the Creed.

I vowed to protect Olivia.

My wife.

If I'm not here, or dead, I break my promise.

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