Page 79 of The Don's Hidden Heir

My patience is in reserve now. I swear to God no one will leave here alive if Elena has been harmed in any way. “What do you want?”

A wicked smile wrinkles his face. “Give them your weapons. No tricks. The bitch loses a finger with each stupid move you make.”

I remove my guns, all five of them, strapped to my chest, my back pocket and my legs, then I toss them on the floor. Marcus does the same and we raise our hands above our heads as one his men searches us.

When he finishes, he nods to his Kirill. “They’ve got nothing on them.”

Kirill nods again and a piercing pain shoots through my head, bringing me down on one knee. My ears ring and my vision clouds, but I don’t allow myself sink into the darkness clawing at me with cold hands.

I can’t. I have to save Elena first.

“The mighty Dominic Romano,” Kirill says. He walks to me and rounds me, his face crooked with a smile. “You walked to your doom all by yourself and for what? A piece of cunt? Too bad you lost your father so early. You still had much to learn.”

Rage surges inside me, but I’m saving all my strength to attack him when I get the chance.

“You will not speak to my brother like that,” Marcus snarls beside me.

Kirill smiles. “You brothers are nothing but muscle with no brains. Look around you, what do you see?”

“Old men I’d beat to a pulp if it weren’t for the suited fools protecting both of you,” Marcus retorts. Kirill signals one of his bodyguards, the bodyguard steps forward and hits Marcus’s stomach with his gun.

My brother groans beside me, clutching his stomach and smiling. “Is that the best you’ve got?”

“No, actually.” Kirill drives his attention back to me. “But sadly, you’re not the highlight of the show tonight, boy. Your brother is.”

Regaining some of my strength, I push back to my feet. “What do you want from me?”

“Good question.” Kirill holds his hands behind his back, his belly pushing forward. “You dared to challenge me when you returned to New York, claimed the city was going to be yours. One thing you must have forgotten is that this city belongs to me. Not you or your deadass father.”

“Is that why you killed my father?”

He chuckles like a madman. “Your father had what was coming to him. He should’ve known he was making enemies when he decided to make himself god of New York.”

My jaw clenches, trying to stop the shiver in my voice as I speak, “So you killed him?”

“Is it a problem if I did? You know the drill, boy. It’s the mafia, the weakest are eliminated. Just like you will be soon.”

I’m suffocating with all the anger I’m trying to hold in. Then it breaks through me and I can’t hold back anymore. I lunge at Kirill with a growl, driving my fists into any part of him I can find.

Luckily, my men come in just in time and gunfire erupts. The ring of shots and smell of gun powder in the air fuels my anger even more.

When I’m able to hold myself back, I stop punching Kirill and grab his jaw tightly. “Where is Elena?”

The old man’s laugh is a picture of stupidity and pain. He’s whimpering and making that maniac sound I despise. “Where is she?”

“You’ll never find her. The bitch is probably dead somewhere.” I groan and my slam my fist into his jaw a few more times until I knock the consciousness from him.

“You okay?” Dante asks when I stand up.

“Where’s Federico?” I scan the room. The bastard is gone.

“Shit. Go find her, I’ll take care of things here.”

Marcus joins us. “We lost Federico.”

“We can’t lose him. He has Elena.” There’s a weight on my chest that makes it hard for me to breathe. I’m afraid I’ll lose Elena. “You two remain here, I’ll find her.”

Dante cocks a gun and hands it to me. “I’ll cover you. Go. Now!”

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