Angelo’s POVBack to the present…These thoughts wouldn’t stop. They started the night I cornered her and her father. My father’s voice had been echoing through my head since then. It sounded in my mind when I picked up the sword. It rang louder when I used it. Even now, that she was trembling in front of me, her eyes wide with fear, I heard his voice, charging me on.Yes of course, I knew her name. I had picked her ID from their car, “Don’t say another word Aurora. Don’t speak unless I ask you to. Am I clear?”She nodded briskly. I turned around and walked away, I knew she was trailing behind me.As she sat in my car, trembling, the thoughts wouldn’t stop. I could still hear his voice in the back of my skull:‘I want you to find him, the man who did this, and I want you to destroy everything and everyone he cares about…’I didn’t speak. I didn’t look at her. I just signaled the driv
Angelo’s POV The night Dante died…I sat in the living room, staring off into space, lost in my own thoughts. My vision was blurry, and I could barely make out the people in the room with me. I didn’t recognize their voices, but I knew they were angry from their pacing and loud talking.I was still clutching tightly to the toy Dante had given me earlier. It felt like I was holding onto the last piece of him I had left.“Master Angelo, would you like to change out of your shirt?” Rosa, our housekeeper, asked.I blinked repeatedly and turned to look at her. “What?” I whispered softly.She smiled at me, but tears welled up in her eyes. Her hands shook, and her lips quivered. Of course she was hurting. She had taken care of Dante and me since we were kids. She was practically our mother.“I was asking if you needed to change out of your shirt,” she repeated, holding a new blue shirt.I looked down at my stained shirt. At first glance, you would think the blood was mine—but it wasn’t. It
Aurora’s povMy heart hammered in my chest. I felt like a mess in front of him. I couldn’t withstand the intensity of his gaze. If I couldn’t even look him in the eye, how was I going to kill him? How was I going to avenge my father?I couldn’t believe I was worried about my looks, my puffy red eyes from crying, tear-stained cheeks, hair sticking out at odd angles.He had called me beautiful the first time we met. Did he still think I was beautiful? And why was he gawking at me in front of everyone?No one said a word. I think they feared him. I glanced at the men in the room. Yes, they feared the man standing in front of me. The man who had made me blush so hard that night.And then a thought crossed my mind.“You have to let me go. You can’t take me away from my life and think there won’t be consequences. I have a family out there. They’ll be looking for me. I have a best friend. She won’t rest until she finds me,” I told him, my voice sharp. “I have a boyfriend…”Nico snickered bes
Aurora’s POVHe held my gaze for a moment, then turned around. Some of the men got into the car with him. Two men wrapped my father’s body in a blanket and picked him up like he wasn’t a living, breathing human only moments ago, then tossed him into the trunk of one of the cars.I was still on my knees, blood-stained hands and clothes, staring off into the distance. Tears trickled down my cheeks, but not a single sound escaped my mouth. How could everything change so fast? One night? One dinner? And now, two men were dead. My father was dead. The trajectory of my life had changed so drastically.Just then, one of the men approached me. My head jerked in his direction. I recognized him. I wouldn’t forget him. Nico. He had piercing green eyes and bleached blonde hair. He stuck out like a sore thumb in a sea of dark-colored hair. He was the man who had gleefully handed Angelo the sword that killed my father. He was number three on the list of men I was going to kill when the time to aven
Aurora’s POVFrom the corner of my eye, through the glare of the headlights, he emerged.The man at the restaurant.He stepped into the light slowly, like he owned the world and had already set it on fire. His grey eyes, light like a storm, cold like winter, met mine, and something inside me cracked. I knew that face. I had met him before, smiled at him across a restaurant table, shared stupid small talk. But this man? This wasn’t the man I met.I remembered him walking toward me, flashing that boyish smile that made his eyes crinkle at the sides. That smile was lacking.He was different now. Hardened. Those mesmerizing eyes looked haunted.His dark hair was messy, falling into his eyes. His face, once sharp and clean, now looked hollowed, sleepless. Like he’d aged years in hours. He wore a black suit with a white shirt and a tie, like he was dressed for dinner. Tall, lean, broad-shouldered, he looked every inch the executioner.Still, even as fear burned through me, I admired him. An
Aurora’s POVI stumbled after him. My head wasn’t even attached to my body. We ran down the street, toward the car.The second he slammed the door shut, I exploded.“Dad, what have you done? What have you done?” I screamed, tears already flooding my face.“Calm down,” he barked, eyes wild as he started the engine. “It’s gonna be fine. We’ll be fine.”“No! You shot him! You shot him, Dad, he’s dead! The man is dead!” I sobbed, gripping the dashboard like it could hold me together.He didn’t answer. He just drove, fast and sharp, weaving through streets like he was a pro driver.“Turn back! Please, we have to go back!” I peered behind, at the mess we had left. “Someone has to help him. We have to take him to the hospital.”“We can’t,” he said through gritted teeth. “They’ll be looking for us. We don’t have time.”They? I didn’t even know who they were. All I knew was that blood had spilled, and my father, my quiet, gentle father, was the one who pulled the trigger.When we reached the a