Page 316 of John + Siena: The Complete Duet

That part was the one with bloodstained skin, and hatred in his heart. That part was the one who wanted to punish every stupid fuck that had failed to protect Siena today. That part was dead and dying and full of a rage so hot, it could only be the color black.

Like his mind.

Tar black.

“John?”

He looked to the side as someone tugged on his jacket, and found Lucia staring up at him. Her red-rimmed hazel eyes were a stark contrast to his dry, blazing gaze.

“Is she okay?” Lucia asked.

John shrugged, but even the action felt like it took too much effort. “I don’t know.”

“John, we need to talk about the enforcers—”

He found the men staring at him over his shoulder again—his father, uncles, Andino, and his own men.

They wanted to talk.

He wanted to kill.

John looked back at the clock. “I don’t need to do anything at the moment.”

Besides, his choice for those enforcers had already been made.

She lived—they lived.

It was that simple.

It was in God’s hands now.

John’s hands were tied.