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Perfect.
Technically, they prefer to make the first kill a hit, but there’s no explicit rule that says it has to be. This day has been coming for a long, long time. In order for Nico to become what he has been trained for; this has to happen.
It’s time.
I know the fact that his father has tried so hard to make him wait has frustrated him. But it’s been for his own good. Taking a life, even when it’s warranted, changes you. Albert isn’t a great father, but in his own way, I think he was trying to give Nico as much time as possible before the inevitable. Whether or not Nico will admit it, this will change him.
The first kill can be a name on a checklist, or it can be a name that inspires the nature of your reign.
Matt Ricci hurt the new Venitti princess. In doing so, he disrespected her, our father, and our entire family.
The message Nico will send to the men with this kill will do far more to inspire loyalty than just picking off a random foot soldier.
It’s a kill for our honor.
The best kind.
Besides, this kill, combined with his twenty-fifth birthday next month, will be putting things in motion for him. Albert will step back. The first kill is the first step in the transition of power.
Nico is finally ready.
“Give me the fucking keys,” I demand, snatching them from his hand and motioning for him to get in the car.
I won’t stop Nico’s anger. I won’t try to reason with him – I want him to do this, almost as badly as he does.
But I want us to survive it, so… I’m driving.
Nico is a terrible driver on a good, calm day.
Today, he’s seething.
The actual plan doesn’t take much – just 15 minutes and some communication with the men in the area. We have his name. That’s all someone needs. It’s crazy what information is readily available online. Addresses are just the start. It’s no longer the quick internet search that does someone in. No. It’s the stories they post in real time for the entire world to see.
I didn’t even have to request to follow Matt to know that right now, he’s at baseball practice, and that soon, he will be driving home.
Or he would have been.
Instead, we’ll take him to his grave.
Before I know it, we’re headed down the driveway. Nico is checking his weapons, practically vibrating with rage.
Alec and his guys pull out behind us. It’s a standard precaution. Never go anywhere without backup. Not even for a last-minute impulse kill.
I smile to myself, the adrenaline pumping. This life isn’t for everyone, but it’s perfect for me.
And I fucking love it.
I zip down the highway, more at ease with every mile.
My phone rings over the car speakers.
“Alec,” I say, answering the call from a button on the steering wheel.
“We’re staying close but we’re staying back. Signal if you need backup.”
The call ends.
I sense Nico fidgeting beside me, the only giveaway that he’s emotional. Fuck. Keeping his anger in check is going to take more babysitting than I thought.
