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“W-why are we needing heavy sedation?”
“Because…” King locked eyes with Ivan over my sister’s head… “we’re preparing first for a funeral, second—for a war.”
“Funeral.” She looked around the room.
She did the math I’d already rejected.
The only new boss that wasn’t in that room.
Was her husband.
My brother-in-law.
Former boss of the De Lange Family.
“I’m sorry to tell you this way, but Junior is dead.” King could barely say the word dead.
I would never forget her scream.
I would never forget the way she covered her own mouth, biting at her fingers to keep the sound in, in front of my nephew, or the murder in her eyes as she looked over at Ivan and said. “You?”
“It is my birthright, after all,” Ivan said hoarsely. “Now if you don’t mind, I’m going to take your sister back to campus, please let Nixon know that I’ll be stealing one more thing from the Abandonato dynasty. Their youngest daughter. I do hope you’re willing to cooperate.”
At that moment, when I didn’t think it could get worse, honking sounded from outside of the house.
At least twenty black sedans pulled up and at least seventy armed men stepped out and stood at attention.
For their new boss.
My brother-in-law’s killer.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
“Sometimes things are lost, and oftentimes people are lost causes.” —King Campisi
Ivan
I walked past them.
They had no choice but to let me. It would be a bloodbath and I’d just taken over the De Lange Family with its own blood.
Junior was the rightful heir to a Family that never tried to save anyone, let alone themselves. Knowing what I knew now.
It finally clicked into place.
Everything.
The secrets, the lies, the desperation, and the need to be cautious if I was going to actually stay alive and make sure I did the same for Bella in the process.
She would hate me even more for this.
And I knew, as we stepped outside of that house, that I’d left what innocent parts of me I had left with the blood—Junior had played me so perfectly with every moment, the stabbing, the killing, he’d basically groomed me beneath him with this in mind. And he’d told nobody.
I lifted my chin toward Tank—he’d just started working with Junior on making sure the De Lange Family and the rest of the orphans, myself included, were up to par as soldiers within the ranks—just stared at me, face impassive.
“What?” With a shaking hand, I pulled the De Lange ring from my pocket, covered in Junior’s blood, and held it in the air and put it on my right hand. “Any questions?”
Tank paled, his eyes flickered to the other bosses standing at the door. “None, sir.”
