Page 76 of Angelic Vengeance

Cold metal against my temple.

Those fucking eyes looking into my goddamn soul.

Pop.

Frustration washed over me, the reminiscent of unfinished business seeping underneath my skin. Two years later and still nothing; vanished into thin air. My trigger finger itched for revenge, but tracking down someone who technically didn’t exist seemed almost impossible.

Almost.It was only a matter of time until I settled the debt. My chest lightened at the promise and I squeezed the gold bullet in my palm.

Vengeance.

I turned my attention back to the business discussion happening in front of me.

Tony sat across from me; bags under his eyes and looking bored as fuck. Despite being at the newest hotspot in New York, he seemed underwhelmed. He was only here to support his family’s most recent establishment – more specifically, Francesca’s important nightclub opening. Meaning, no illegal gambling or snorting cocaine off girls’ tits.

While he spent his time partying in Vegas and Miami, his sister handled the morelegalside of DeMone’s business. Although she would never become Don of one of the five New York mafia families – the role being reserved for their older brother, Gìovanni – she was determined to make a name for herself in the criminal underworld; something I could respect. I had a feeling she had her eyes on the Underboss position once Gìo took over.

At least with Antonio or Francesca, you knew what you were getting.

Gìo, who was sat to my left, on the other hand… You had no fucking clue what mood you’d catch him in. One second, he cracked a joke, the next, put a bullet between someone’s eyes.

Even so, everything he did was thought out. I’d known the man for almost a decade and yet had to see him do anything illogical or impulsive.

His focus on likeability was no different.

He was a cold ass motherfucker, but alsoCosa Nostra’s favorite Made-guy all around. He scared the shit out of everybody yet still managed to be considered every mafia parent’s dream son-in-law – probably because he was suspected to become the next and youngestCapo di tutti i capi.Boss of all bosses.

To my right, Trevor was leaning over to hear better over the loud music, his elbows resting on his knees.

From a very well-off family of Japanese and Cuban descent.Columbia graduate. Ex-college-basketball star-athlete. IT genius and future CEO of the Su Dynasty. Judging from the outside, he was just another Fortune 500 billionaire heir.

In reality, his family’s multi-billion company had been built on the shoulders of anunderground hacking empire and the tight connections to the biggest criminal organizations around the world due to being their main weapons dealer – hence, how we met all those years ago.

Trevor kept looking over his shoulder, stealing glances at another table, so frequently it pissed me off.

“Fuck you keep looking at?” I turned my head to the side and focused in on the booth across the room, only to see Trevor’s sister, Kali, and her friends.

I scoffed. Big fucking deal.

I turned back to Trevor only to realize he was in some sort of fucking trance. I understood when I checked again. Aspecificfriend of Kali’s was at the table.

I chuckled and turned back to the table. The weight of the air changed, but I seemed to be the only one who’d noticed.

Whispered promises.

Cold metal against my temple.

Those fucking eyes looking into my goddamn soul.

Pop.

I slightly shook my head, brought a clear tumbler to my lips, and tipped my head back. The smooth burn settled in my chest, making the heaviness inside disappear.

My gaze lifted distractedly as someone walked past our booth, drawing a curt nod from Trevor. My eyes followed as the woman headed towards the girls’ table.

I didn’t remember seeing her before – but then again, when had I ever remembered a girl I wasn’t fucking before? Yet the fact that she knew Trevor meant she was in my immediate circle.

As she walked away, my gaze unwillingly traveled from her sleek, black heels with red bottoms, up her legs. I swallowed when it reached her thighs, the tight trousers accentuating every seductive curve. Long, brown hair obstructed my view of her waist, but as if she could hear my thoughts, her hand came up to brush it over her shoulder. I internally groaned as she sat down, her body replicating an hourglass.Damn.