Remy has put his contacts back in, I already miss the forest green colour. I look at him now and wonder how I hadn’t seen it before? He’s Remy, just older. Stronger jaw, sharper nose, but that frown, that aura around him hasn’t changed. Maybe I just couldn’t see it? Last night he had taken me again, and this morning in the shower we had blown each other. Still under the skin lay something that kept me on edge. I watch as the steel gates open to the long driveway.
“You remember the plan?” The whisper makes me, flinch not expecting it, I give a sharp nod. All I had to do was get Remy alone with my father, but it felt like we were entering the lion's den, as weak as I knew my father to be. I couldn’t help remembering the man I saw from a child's point of view. How cold, hard and ruthless he is.
Standing at the door is Eric, my father's only protection. With him basically being a ghost, there wasn’t much need for loads of security.
“Mr Russo, you didn’t call.” I wave him off. “I need my father’s advice on something, where is he?” Eric nods. “We’ve heard, he is in his bedroom. His health is declining.” I nod and walk past, “Dante, follow me.” I shout out his alias, ignoring him as if he is nothing but my security.
Dante follows, I feel the change in him, his muscles locking, the predator coming alive, as his eyes flick around the hallway, as if searching for his prey. Each step we take closer to father’s room feels like something is off.
“You can stay here.” His big hand lands on my shoulder, I turn to face him, shaking my head.
“I love you. We are doing this together.” I watch as his nostrils flare, as he sucks in a breath. I place my finger against his lips. “You don’t need to say it back, it's different for me. I never stopped.” He presses a wet, hard kiss to my lips, before turning to open the door.
The first thing you can hear is the machines helping my father breathe, the curtains are open letting light flood the room, a beautiful view of the gardens. There's a sterile smell in the air, it’s not like a bedroom, more of a hospital. My eyes turn to the bed to see my father sitting up, navy pyjamas, even brushed and styled as if expecting our arrival. The sight makes me frown, apart from the machines, you wouldn’t even think he is ill.
That's when I notice my father’s eyes are not on me, but Remy standing at the end of the bed, both locked in a stare off.
“Remy.” My father wheezes. Remy doesn’t flinch, not a muscle, as he lips curls. “Frank,” he growls, the sound vibrating off every wall.
“I guess you’ve come here to kill me. As soon as I heard Roberto and Luca had been killed, I knew who it was.” My father’s eyes flick to mine for the first time. “My son has always been blinded by you.” Every word drip in disgust.
Remy surprises me by standing in my way, taking that poisonous look off me.
“There wasn’t one man who knew it was me, not Roberto, Luca, Gianni or Alec, not until they were moments from death. You raised a weak house Frank. They let the enemy walk right in, just like the cancer eating you, I ate them from the inside out,” a dark laugh escapes him. “Your best men and I took their lives, alone.”
The machine starts beeping wildly, Remy pulls the cords out shutting the alarms off as he leans over my father, a sick smirk crawls over his face. “I’m not going to kill you.”
“What?” we both say at the same time.
But Remy’s eyes stay locked on my father. “That would be a mercy killing and you don’t deserve any. I’m doing something worse; I’m going to expose you. Let everyone know you're still alive and how weak you've become. That the Russo name is finished because I’m taking over.”
My breath catches at his words, but just like he said, he walks away from my father, straight to me, pulling me into a kiss that has my toes curling.
“You don’t get to walk away and have your happily ever after.” My father coughs, his face bright red, as he tries to get out of bed only to fall to the floor.
Remy smiles, linking our fingers. “Forever? Maybe not, we know what the world is like. But we are happy for now.” I can’t help grin, who needs forever, when you have right now.
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Right Side of Wrong
A.K. Macbride
Chapter One
Santiago
Molars grinding together, my blood burned hot. My fingers itched with the need to slide around this asshole's throat and squeeze.
I wanted to see the life drain out of his eyes. Watch his soul slip into the deepest depths of hell.
Where the shithead belonged.
Instead of doing that, I leaned back against the expensive leather of my Jaguar, the anger rushing through my veins tipping closer to boiling point with every minute that passed. This pendejo didn’t deserve to hang out with his buddies. To
