“I’m going to cut your head off and hang it on my mantel piece,” he says. His soldiers rush in and my soldiers fire shots back at them. Bodies hit the floor one by one. I aim the gun at him, shooting his right hand. He wails in pain. He tries to grab it with his other hand, and I move it out of the way.
“You really thought you were going to get away with what you did?” I scream.
He uses his other hand to trip me up and I land on my ass, then he stands up.
“I’m not going to use a gun to kill you, I’m going to use my bare hands.” I toss my gun to the floor and I try to punch him in the face, but he knees me into the stomach, getting on top of me, squeezing my neck. I dig my finger his wounded hand and he lets out agonizing scream.
“My familiga gave your famiglia everything and this is how you betray them!” I get on top of him and pound on his face. Pure rage and adrenaline courses through my veins. “I treated you like a brother and helped you get revenge on your father for raping you. I went against my own father’s wishes for you.” I squeeze his neck tight and his face turns blue. “I opened up my heart to you and you fuck my ex fiancée, then you had the audacity to rub it in my face that Santo wasn’t mine.”
He head bumps my forehead, and I stumble to the floor, then he punches me in the eye. The blow stings.
“Your family is always taking from mine,” Cashel says. “Draco never saw us as equal and he was arrogant like you. It was my father’s plan the whole time to take your territories. I did what an obedient child would do. Shelby didn’t mean shit to me. I used her to get what I wanted, Devious. But, I did love you as a brother.”
I tackle him to the ground and grab his knife from his holster, holding it to his neck. “Love is not betrayal. I exposed my deep dark secrets to you, and I gave you things I don’t give to people. My trust.” I stab him in the chest. “My loyalty.” I lean down whisper in his ear. “My respect.” I stab him in the neck.
Blood wets my bare chest as I watch him choke on his own blood. I watch as life leaves his eyes and his head turns to the side. Killing Cashel is the hardest thing I ever had to do. I scream out as tears run down my cheeks. Staring at my old friend, it doesn’t give the satisfying feeling I thought it would. Guilt, anger, and sadness brim through my blood. I wipe the tears from my eyes as I remember how we first met.
“Leave the kid alone,” I tell Bruce, he’s always picking on people. The little shit. He grabs some redhead by the shoulders throwing him across the blue lockers. Most of the kids here have a similar background. Their parents are in the mob or their parents loaded and a part of illegal shit. Bruce’s father is a soldier for my familiga so he’s the bottom of the barrel.
Brue turns to look at me, his eyes widen, then he drops him. “You know he’s part of the Irish famiglia.”
“It doesn’t matter. You need to stop picking on kids and get a fucking life.” I fold my arms across my chest. Bruce knows not come toe to toe with me again because I’ll give him two black eyes and tell everyone not to fuck with him.
He rolls his eyes. “One day, Cayden. I’m going to kill you.”
“You put your fucking hands on him again then I’m going to make your life a living hell,” I scoff.
He drops the weird kid. Shelby runs up to me and she’s in her cheerleader uniform. I’m not into sports and I don’t like my girl shaking her ass in front of people, but if she’s into it then so be it. When I propose to her after graduation, she will not be a cheerleader anymore. She will lose the skimpy shirts and skirt Her blonde hair into a ponytail, and her cheeks are puffy and round like a Cabbage Patch Kid.
The weird kid stares at me. He’s scrawny with pimples all over his face.
“Dude, thanks,” he says picking up his book bag.
“Who is your father?” I ask, leaning against the lockers. My skinny jeans are tight as I cross my feet over the other one. Shelby fixes my black beanie.
“Declan, he’s the Don of the Irish Mob. I’m Cashel,” he states, the book bag looks bigger than him. He holds out his hand and I shake it.
“I know your father; he comes over to the house and talks business with Draco.” I fold my arms across my chest. “You want to come to my house this Friday? My twin brother is having a party to pissed Draco off,” I ask. Aiden is going to get another ass whopping and he doesn’t care. He is doing shit to piss off Draco. He figures he’s going to beat our asses anyway so he might as well give him a good reason to.
“Sure.” His smile reaches his eyes.
“Since you’re hanging with us, you need to lose the geek look,” Shelby says, as I wrap my arms around her waist, yanking her into my arms, planting a kiss on her forehead. She’s only a few inches shorter than me. We have been together for a few years and I already have in my mind I’m going to marry her. Draco doesn’t approve and thinks she’s trash, but who gives a fuck what he thinks? She’s here on a scholarship because her father is a lousy drunk and her mother works long hours at the diner. I’m hoping I can change her mind
