Deidre will never survive losing both her dad and me. Or either one of us. And my son. Fuck, I need to find a way to get us out of here. How in the hell can I reach for this phone when my fucking hands are jacked behind my back? All I can do is pray to god that Salvatore has a tracking device on Stefano’s phone like he does on all the rest of ours. Not that he doesn’t trust us. It’s for our own safety. Too much shit has gone down with his family and close friends in the past couple of years. This is his way of protecting us.
The guilt begins to strangle me while we bounce and rattle over these streets. My eyes drift from Anna’s marred frame to the view in front of me. I know exactly where we are. Not too far from where we were, to be precise. In fact, if I didn’t know better, I would say we’re going around the same block over and over.
“Go ahead, little sister, tell him where we’re going. Better yet, let’s drive for a bit. Have a family reunion . After all, I’ve never been in the same room, let alone the same vehicle, as my two favorite siblings before. It’s a shame, really.” He widens his snarl into a grin. Fuckhead.
If possible, his attitude got cockier. He may think he has the upper hand here, but fuck him. I know good and well that Roan, Cain, and Jackson are all well on their way to either the hospital or Deidre’s apartment. I’m no religious man. It’s a damn shame. If you are listening to me up there, let them be alive, safe, and soon to be surrounded by family. Let Stefano and Dilan live, so if I die, they can come back and kill this prick.
“You’re not my family. You’re nothing but a mooch, a scumbag, and a fucking pervert,” Anna strikes out. “Let’s not forget a killer,” I surge forward with my words before thinking. Shit, she probably doesn’t know.
“Way to go, brother. She has no idea. And ouch, Annabelle. That struck me right here.” He gives his head a slight nod and places his hand over his heart. His face is busted all to hell. I’d give anything to crack it in half, wipe that smug smile off of his face.
“That’s where you’re wrong, dickface. I know you killed my dad. I also know why. It was all over money and land that was never rightfully yours in the first place. Your entire life you’ve been mooching from him, you’ve never been man enough to do anything on your own. He knew that, too. In fact, he used to tell me all the time how much he wished you were more like Aidan and me. And when he finally told you to give up on getting your hands on Aidan’s land, you flipped what little bit of your needle dick brain you have left. You disgusted him, did you know that?” She begins to cough. Her little hands joined together splayed across what has to be hurting her in a bad way right now.
“I see.” Junior shifts around more in his seat. His eyes focus on Anna’s tiny frame. “You really think you knew him? He was just like me. The old man had you fooled, little girl, but hey, if you want to remember the man as your hero, by all means, remember him that way. At least I don’t have a mother who fucked around with a married man, then had a bastard child with him.” She gasps loudly at his harsh words. And yet, stands on her own two feet, even though she’s sitting down. “Oh, please,” she stammers out, her breathing becoming more difficult. “Your mother just fucked anything with two legs. Hell, she’s such a whore, it’s no wonder he went out and looked for someone else.”
“That’s enough. Not another word. I don’t need you as much as I need him for what I have planned. Don’t fucking say another word or I will end you, you little bitch.” He’s clearly dangerous with his vigorous threats of wanting to kill. Then why the fuck hasn’t he done it?
His head stays in the same position, but his seedy, little eyeballs slant to me. I shrug nonchalantly at the idiot.
“I know you’re hiding our mother somewhere. I suppose you think you know everything like this cunt thinks, yeah? Let me tell you something you don’t know, you little fuckers. I win. It’s as simple as that. I will kill you both and anyone who gets in my way of me getting what I want. I couldn’t care less about your land anymore. I want the goddamn money he left to her. And to our cunt of a mother!” he screams obsessively while flashing his gun all around.
All I can hear ringing in my head is the word ‘cunt.’ Flashbacks run like a herd of cattle through my head of the night I called Deidre that name. A night she forgave me for. I have to get the hell out of here, I repeat to myself. I need to get home, to my family.
“If you’re so hell bent on killing us, the why haven’t you done it already? A professional pulls the trigger right away, he doesn’t drive around in circles while people are out looking for him. Are you sure you’ve done your homework there, Junior? Because man, the way I see it, if you get caught by my friends, they will make an exception out of you. And fuck, I’ve seen some of their work, it ain’t pretty.” I imagine John coming out of retirement to use his expertise on making this no-good-waste-of-air suffer and scream like a pig who finally realizes he’s about to be slaughtered. Before that happens, his hands and feet are cut off. He’s squirming, shrieking, and begging for them to stop.