By Fate I Conquer (Sins of the Fathers #4)(99)



“It’s on him. Amo Vitiello. He’s the reason for this, I just know it!” Nevio snarled, covering his face with his hands and shaking his head wildly.

“If she dies,” he snarled, eyes gleaming with despair.

“She won’t,” I warned.

“We’re ready!” Nino shouted, and he and a doctor lifted Greta on a stretcher. I stayed by her side as we headed for the helicopter. Nevio jogged after us, expression conflicted. I could feel his bloodlust, his need to destroy Greta’s attacker. I got it. Fuck, I wanted to rip him apart piece by piece.

“There’ll be time for revenge later. Now Greta needs us.”

With a last look at the attacker, Nevio hopped into the helicopter. Savio, Massimo and Alessio would make sure the attacker was taken to Las Vegas where he’d spill all his knowledge and die an excruciating death.

An hour after we’d arrive in the Camorra hospital, Serafina came rushing in. She was in her pyjamas, her hair a mess, and her eyes red from crying. I caught her before she could storm into the operation room where Greta was undergoing surgery.

“Where is she?”

“She’s in surgery.”

She hammered her fists against my chest, eyes desperate. “You should have woken me!”

“You couldn’t have done anything.”

Serafina hit my chest again then she sagged against me. I touched the back of her head. On occasion I wondered if I possessed a heart. In moments like this I knew I did, but it only beat for very few people.

Fabiano caught my gaze over Serafina’s head. “How is she?”

I took a deep breath. “She’ll pull through.”

She had to survive.

Serafina and I sank down beside Nevio who had his arms propped up on his thighs and was staring at the floor, ignoring everything around him.

“I’ll return to the mansion for additional protection. Call me once you know more.” Fabiano headed back out.

Five hours later Nino came back out of the operation room. He’d kept an eye on the doctors to make sure they did everything in their power to save Greta. His face didn’t bode well. I rose to my feet, my chest constricting.

“She’s stable,” Nino said but I knew that was the good news. “Due to the severity of her injuries the doctors had to perform a hysterectomy. The knee will need another surgery but it’s uncertain if Greta will be able to dance again.”

Serafina let out a desperate sob and sank down into the chair.

Nevio shoved past Nino and went into the operation room. A minute later he returned, paler than I’d ever seen him. “Someone will pay for this.”

He stalked outside, shortly after I heard an enraged shout.

Serafina peered up me. “How much more blood does have to be spilled for this madness to end? Isn’t it enough?”

“It’s part of this business. And if this is linked to the Famiglia plenty of blood will be spilled.”

She shook her head as if she didn’t know who I was, which was fucking ridiculous considering blood spill had always been my favorite pastime. “Remo, our girl is fighting for her life. Do you even realize what she lost? She won’t ever carry a child, might never dance again. Do you really want to take Amo from her as well? This is cruel, even for you.”

Serafina’s words hit me like a sledgehammer. “For Amo and Greta to be together, more blood will have to flow, trust me. Luca will have to make a bloody statement that he’s been too comfortable to do in a long time. It won’t be pretty. Many will die. This bond will come with a price, Angel, and many more will bleed for it.”

Serafina gave a tight nod. “As long as it’s not Greta’s blood, I don’t care, Remo. You always told me you wanted Greta to take her own fate into her hands. You always despised women that accepted their fate. Greta wants to be with Amo. Give her this. She’s suffered enough.”

I bent down and kissed Serafina’s forehead. “I’ll think about it for you and for Greta, but now I’ll have to spill the blood of Greta’s attacker and he’ll meet my cruelest side.”

Serafina gave me a strange smile. “I hope he begs for mercy and you won’t grant it.”

I brushed my lips over hers. “You know me.” I straightened and risked a glance into the operation room where the doctors and nurses were getting Greta ready to be wheeled into the wake-up room. Seeing her pale, still face my heart clenched tightly. Tonight had been a close call and too much had been lost. “Watch over our girl.”





Dad hadn’t stopped me when I’d told him I needed to leave right away. Instead he gave me the Famiglia private jet and the permission to negotiate with Remo.

But I couldn’t think about peace or anything but the woman I loved who was fighting for her life.

When I arrived at the airport, Alessio was there to pick me up. I hadn’t expected an escort from the Falcones and despite my wariness I got into the car.

“How is she?” I asked immediately.

Alessio started the car and pulled away from the waiting area. “Last I heard she was stable but her injuries were pretty bad.” He shook his head. “You should talk to Remo or my father.”

I nodded. My mind was too frazzled to consider how a conversation between those two and myself might end. I didn’t care.

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