I let the knife fly and it nails him right between his eyes. He slumps forward held back only by his restraints. I turn to the other man, but his eyes are shut and he’s still too.
Luca moves forward, places his finger against his throat. "He’s gone," he confirms.
Well, fuck. I crack my neck, "I was getting tired anyway." I roll my shoulders as Antonio walks in the door. That man… He always knows when his services are needed.
"I need every single knife cleaned and returned, Tony," I snap.
"You got it, Boss." He begins to take down the first man from the pillar, when a phone rings.
I glance toward Luca, who pulls out his phone and answers it.
He listens, then nods, "London, huh? You know the whereabouts of his daughter?" He listens again. I can hear the voice on the other end of the line, but can’t make out the words.
"Karma West?" he says. "That’s her name?" He nods, "Got it. Send through the details, and we’ll be there."
He turns to me and I hold up my hand, "I’ve got this."
He arches an eyebrow, "You knew we were getting this information today?"
When I don’t say anything, he blows out a breath. "That’s what the Don came for? To tell you that you need to make her pay for what her old man did?"
"Among other things."
"Right." He rubs his jaw, "Seriously, fratellone, you could share some of the burden, you know. We are here to back you up every step of the way."
"I know that." I grimace. "Old habits, I guess. It’s not that I don’t want to share. It’s just, I am too used to protecting you guys fromil nostro bastardo di padre.
Luca’s features soften, "We’re not boys anymore; we’re grown men."
"And you’ll always be my younger brothers, my family, those I am sworn to protect."
Sebastian shuffles his feet, "So…this girl, we are going to get her?"
"Iam going to get her."
"You?" He stares, "Since when does the Capo put himself in the line of fire?"
"Since it’s my reputation at stake, I can’t afford to fuck this up."
"You can trust us to do this job, you know?"
"You questioning my order?" I frown and he folds his arms over this chest.
"Just a suggestion, Boss," he grumbles.
"Keep your suggestions to yourself from now on, Seb."
He sets his jaw, then nods. "Of course, Boss."
"Her father betrayed us, it cost us millions, took us many years to get back on our feet." I glance between them, "It’s my responsibility to ensure that she pays for what he did."
"And how do you intend to make her pay?"
"With her life, of course."