19• Sullivan.

"Good." Black ended the call, walking with me to the safehouse prison where we hold tough enemies like Geraldo captive. "Our men got there before they could take Ginevra. Now, they've gotten her out of the bar safely. Rosa would drop them off at the mansion." He informed me.

"Any of the ladies got injured?" I ask walking to the passageway leading to Geraldo's cell.

"No. But Ginevra's boyfriend got shot." Black responded and I didn't show any interest in Gin's boyfriend.

"I need to get home before them," I muttered as one of the men standing outside Geraldo's cell unlocked the gate, opening it for me and I stepped inside meeting with my twenty-year-ago uncle who ran away after my parents' death. Or dare I say I thought he was dead.

He was seated, tied on an iron stool that always goes hot whenever it's plugged, his face looking rather too young for his age with some mustache lying on his upper lip.

"It's been a while, Abramo," Geraldo called my real name and I smirked walking over to him with the pistol still in my hand.

"It's Don Sullivan." I corrected walking over to him. "Capo dei capi," I pronounced raising the gun to his skull. "You must have heard of Tommaso's death, have you?" I asked and he scoffed.

"I had no idea he would rant me out very quickly," Geraldo replied. "But it was cheap of you to have threatened him with his innocent sisters." He laughed aiming to provoke me so I could end his life, but I wasn't as provoked as he wanted me to.

"How about we skip the introduction," I say, placing a finger of mine on the trigger and I can feel him hitch his breathing.

"You wanna know about your parents, don't you?" Geraldo asked making a slight movement with his head away from the pistol but I still threatened to pull the trigger.

"How about you start from the motherfucker that is your boss?" I asked back.

"I can't tell you that." He mentioned fearfully.

"I knew you wouldn't," I say almost pulling the trigger. "Why did my parents have to die?" I asked a question I hadn't planned on asking, but I was sure it was going to lead me to the asscrack that he was working with and probably the one who murdered my parents.

"I don't know," Geraldo answered.

"Are they part of the mafia family?" I ask again. Something I had wanted to know ever since I became a Don with the help of some mafia allies who claimed to be my late parents' close friends but they always denied knowing who killed my parents, one reason why I had to stay away from their organization.

"Yes." Geraldo gave a response and I could feel a sense of disappointment, but they must have had a reason, and I wasn't ready to reproach them for being a mafia as I am doing this to protect my future and Adam who might not be safe since this murderer of my parents had sent Tommaso to spy on him... "They worked as a middleman for the Spain family Fernando but---" Before he could complete his words, I let the bullet run through his head since whatever he was about saying was him buying time for his safety and his head let out some drop of blood on my shirt.

"Motherfucker." I cussed glaring at Geraldo's body, with his head bleeding profusely.

I walked out of the cell, hearing some noises coming from different prison cells and I was sure my men were busy torturing some no-good assholes who collect drugs from us without paying.

"Sir," Black called as soon as I walked out of the safehouse prison and I glanced at him. "Someone wants to talk with you." He pointed the phone at me and I glared at it before collecting and putting it to my ear.

"Don Sullivan." The voice from the phone called sarcastically and I guessed who it was.

"Let me break the news." I cut in stepping out of the prison building. "Geraldo is dead," I informed and there was silence from the caller which made me confirm that he thought I wouldn't kill my so-called uncle who must have betrayed my parents. And even had the guts to come for us.

I think I have to send Adam far away from Sicily.

"Surprise!" I said leaving a hint of joy in my voice. "Planning on using his blood for wine when you're here," I added with a touch of sarcasm.

"You made the wrong choice by killing Geraldo." The caller seemed annoyed. "And I won't spare you for that." His voice was thick like someone I know...

"Shouldn't I be saying that?" I said disdainfully.

"Your sister escaped today shouldn't make you think you're winning." The voice held a strong hatred against me.

"You dare touch any of my family." I clenched my fist. "And I will have you begging to drink your blood," I swore with gritted teeth knowing it must have affected him since his breath seemed to come in low.

"The game just---"

"I don't play games." I cut his words. "I'm catching you in three days. And I will cut off your hands. Chop them off. And feed the fleshy part to my dogs." I said like a promise before throwing the phone to Black who ended the call without delay.

I entered the car with Black on the wheels before closing my eyes and opening them back when we arrived at my parents' mansion.

"Adam's flight is in two days. Send the guys to the airport to pick him up."