Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
All because of Viktor.
The man has become my everything, and I don’t know what I’d do without him.
Chapter 35
Viktor
It’s taken two months for Luca and Parisi to agree to a meeting between the Priesthood and the Cosa Nostra.
Things have been volatile. More from my side than anyone else's because I’m still fucking enraged about what the fuckers did to Rosalie.
Her cast only came off two weeks ago.
If it were up to me, I’d vote for a bloodbath and slaughter the whole lot of them.
“Stop looking like you’re about to kill them all,” Luca mutters as we walk down the hallway to the hotel room.
We’re meeting in Nebraska because the city doesn’t belong to either party, and it’s the halfway mark between LA and New York.
“Hard to pretend I’m happy to see the fuckers,” I grumble, my body tense for action.
Nikolas pats my shoulder. “Just warn us if you’re going to start shooting up the place.”
“Don’t give him any ideas,” Liam chuckles.
Gabriel has always been on the quiet side, so it doesn’t surprise me when he just grunts.
Reaching the door, Luca glances at us. “Ready?”
We all nod.
He gives me a look of warning. “I’ve worked my ass off for this meeting. Please, don’t screw it up for me.”
Using my pointer finger, I circle a halo above my head.
Luca rolls his eyes, then swipes the keycard through the lock.
We all file into the suite where the five members of the Cosa Nostra are waiting with drinks in their hands.
Greco’s son took over after I killed his father, so this should be fun.
Greco junior’s eyes lock on me, but there’s more curiosity than vengeance in his gaze.
Interesting. I bet there’s a story there. Pity I don’t care enough to find out what it is.
“Gentlemen,” Luca greets with a nod.
I don’t bother shaking their hands, and finding a wall to lean my shoulder against, I cross my arms over my chest.
Parisi glances at me, and when our eyes lock, the tension quickly builds in the room.
“It doesn’t look like Mr. Vetrov wants to sign a peace treaty,” he mentions before taking a sip of his drink.
“I want an apology,” I say.
“We let you kill Salvatore.”
“That was for me. You have to apologize to Rosalie.”
I’m only doing it to humiliate them. I think it will also give Rosalie more of her confidence back to have the five men grovel for her forgiveness.
Which she won’t give.
Before any of the Cosa Nostra can say something, I continue, “She had a concussion and a broken wrist, and one of your fucking guards sexually assaulted her. I want a verbal fucking apology for all the shit you put her through. Only then will I agree to a peace treaty.”
“And if we don’t apologize?” Greco junior asks.
I shrug. “I’ll make the streets of New York flow with Sicilian blood. A death for every tear my woman cried at your hands.”
“Jesus,” Messina mutters. “Just get the woman on the line so we can get this over with.”
“We have our own condition,” Parisi says as I pull my phone out of my pocket. “None of you set foot in New York, and we’ll stay out of your territories.”
“Works for me,” Nikolas agrees.
“Me too,” Liam seconds him.
Gabriel lets out a bored sigh which I feel in my soul.
Stepping away from the group, so they won’t hear what I say to Rosalie, I dial her number.
“Hi,” she answers after the second ring. “Did the meeting go okay?”
“We’re still busy,” I say. “The Cosa Nostra is going to apologize to you. You don’t have to say anything to them, though.”
She pauses for a moment, then mutters, “I don’t want their apology. They can shove it where the sun don’t shine.”
“I know. But this is about humiliating them and giving you the power. You always make the enemy grovel.”
“Oh. I didn’t think about it that way.” She lets out a sigh. “Okay. I’ll listen to them grovel.”
I walk back to the other men, then say, “She’s listening.”
“Rosalie,” Parisi clears his throat, not liking this one bit, “We apologize for how things turned out.” I shake my head, and it has him adding, “and for the abuse you suffered at our hands.”
“Oh shit,” Rosalie shrieks. “No, Luna, drop the poop!”
Nikolas bursts out laughing, and to my surprise, Greco junior joins him.
“Gotta go,” Rosalie’s voice comes over the line. “Love you, Viktor. Oh, bring dog food.”
The line cuts out, and I turn my attention back to the men. “Where do I sign so I can go buy dog food?”
We all gather by a table where the peace treaty is waiting for a drop of blood from us all.
I lock eyes with Parisi, then nod for him to go first. He pricks his thumb, then presses it to the document.
Luca goes next, followed by Greco junior. I step forward and let a drop of blood fall next to Luca’s, then lick the tiny wound on my thumb as I step away.