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In the many years when Evander was living in the shadows as the Diávolos, I was keeping an eye out on the ground, helping Ignatius manage the business.
Now, after his death, Evan has been thrust into the light and has had to get more involved in his family’s clan, taking the reins as the heir.
He was never one to seek power, preferring the comfort of the dark. But destiny has a way of dragging even the most reluctant into its grand designs.
Ignatius was like a father to Evander and me, so his death left a permanent mark on both of us, reshaping our lives in ways we could never have anticipated.
The image of his lifeless, bloodied body still haunts me.
It was not just the loss of a beloved family member, but also of a mentor and protector.
For me, it felt like losing a part of myself, a foundation on which I had built so much of my own understanding of the world. He saved me.
I chug another glass of ouzo, the sharp, aniseed flavor blistering its way down my throat, matching the burning I already feel in my chest.
Ignatius’s death was also a catalyst, pushing both of us into roles we might never have assumed otherwise.
It lit a fire under me, a determination to see through the vision Ignatius had for our future.
And to see those responsible for his death brought to justice, or better yet, to exact our own vengeance.
Still, tonight, I’d rather be home, in my boxers, playing video games. Or out riding one of my bikes. They’re the only things that let me blow off some steam.
That or being balls deep in some cunt.
“Have you spoken to Evan?” I ask Xander.
“Nah. He’s been quiet,” he replies, taking a swig of his drink.
“It’s because of that girl, isn’t it?”
Xander shrugs his broad shoulders. “Might be.”
I sigh and shake my head. Ever since Evander laid his eyes on our enemy’s daughter, he’s been a fucking mess. He claims he’s only interested in her for revenge, but I call bullshit.
Her father, Peter Kouvalakis, is responsible for the murder of Ignatius. I wanted to simply kill him right away, but instead of starting a full-out war between the clans, Evan decided to take a different approach: convince his daughter to marry him so he can take over Peter’s business and clan from the inside. Then, kill him.
It was an overall smart plan until Evan asked Xander to get some footage of Angelica Kouvalakis. As soon as he saw her pictures, he became obsessed. Understatement of the year.
I grab my phone and shoot him a text.
Me: Where the fuck are you, vlakas?
The alcohol has definitely kicked in, my head spinning as I wait for a reply. It comes a few seconds later.
Evan: None of your fucking business.
Me: Gasp! The least you could do is tell me what you’re up to since you’ve jailed me at your fucking club.
Evan: MY club? As if I don’t fucking share everything with you.
He’s not wrong. The club and the business might be his officially, but Evander is nothing but generous with his own people. He makes sure that I’m always well taken care of as his second-in-command. I’m responsible for the many warehouses we have around the city, overseeing the import and exporting of our goods. Most of the profits made go in my pocket. I have enough money for two lifetimes.
Me: Fine. Are you stalking that chick again?
Evan: Fuck you. I’m not stalking her.
I let out a deep laugh, startling Xander next to me. His eyes narrow, but I dismiss him with a wave.
