“Which room is that?” I ask.
“No clue. Large fucking space, though. Looks like a ballroom from the outside.”
Jesus. As amped as I am to finally end the bastard behind all this shit, I don’t like the idea of charging guns blazing into a massive room without a shred of cover. It’s a good way to get a few dozen bullet holes in your face really quickly.
The thing about that, though—I stopped caring a long time ago about my own life. There are only two lives in this world that matter to me anymore: Renata and the baby in her womb.
“Fine. You find alternate points of entry. I’m going in the front.”
Cillian tries to stop me as I move past him, but I shake him off. I’m done waiting around. I need to eliminate the threat Rokiades poses to me. And to my family.
Funny—when I think of family, I see Renata’s face first. I wish I had time to figure out what the hell that means.
“Kian…” Cillian starts.
“Cillian,” Artem says, cutting him off. “We’re all dons here, remember?”
He sighs. “Knew that decision would come back to bite me in the ass one day.”
I almost smirk.
“Fine,” Cillian concedes. “Take a contingent of men and go. We’ll hold the rest of them off and bring reinforcements.”
“Thanks, big bro.”
“In the meantime,” he says sternly, “don’t fucking die.”
I smile. “I’ll do my best.”
Then I rush through to the dining hall where Rokiades is barricaded with half his army. I’m going in with only half his number of men. But I don’t give a fuck.
I don’t know if I’m going to see this day end. But Yannis Rokiades sure as hell is not.