Miles Away (Carrion #1)(67)

A smirk tugged at Miles’s mouth despite the seriousness of the situation.

Get ’em, baby.

“You know nothing about this life. You know nothing because you’ve lived a charmed life. Protected from all this…”

“A charmed life?” Letty spat. “My father is a plumber! There were times when my father had to dip into his 401K to pay the mortgage. Don’t tell me about charmed lives!”

“I loved my wife, Andie… But the fact of the matter is, business comes first.”

“Maybe to you,” Letty spat. “But to a red-blooded man with a heart, Miles made the right choice. Any sane person would have made the same choice!”

Michael still hadn’t taken his hands off of Letty, a fact that was not lost on Miles. Approaching the foot of his father’s bed, Miles placed his hands over his father’s and forcefully removed Michael’s hands off of Letty. As Letty was freed from Michael’s grasp, Miles motioned for Letty to step away. As she did, Miles gripped up his father’s shirt.

“Now let me tell you somethin’, old man… You crossed the line! I don’t care if you come for me. I can handle myself. Don’t you ever, EVER come after an innocent! Letty did nothing wrong! You cannot control and manipulate people! You wanna hold the fact that I went to my mother’s side when she was dying, that’s fine… but remember this… Andie Cormack was a f*cking saint, and you… When you cross over that line, you’re going straight to f*cking hell.”

Michael laughed in Miles’s face. “Smoking section, with all my friends.”

“Get your coat, Letty. She quits. Don’t call her. Don’t look at her. Don’t even mention her name!” Miles spat. “You and I have beef, old man. Don’t take it out on innocent bystanders!”

“She can’t quit!”

“Yeah? Well she just did! Sasha, you gotta hire another nurse. He just snapped on the wrong f*cking one!” Miles spouted.

Sasha rushed in from the kitchen with a look of shock on her face.

“What is going on now?” Sasha demanded to know.

“Ask him!” Miles suggested.

“Letty? Where are you going?”

“I’m sorry, Sasha. I will not tolerate being threatened. Miles is right,” Letty said as she reached out to touch Sasha’s arm gently. “I have a son. As a mother, I’m sure you’ll understand.”

Sasha nodded gently before setting her sights back on her father.

“You can’t just attack people, Dad!”

“I can do whatever the f*ck I want!” Michael spouted, his face turning red with rage. “I’m Michael f*cking Capadonno, Butcher of Carrion, and these sorry *s are going to see just how much power I have. You’ll rue the day you ever crossed me!”

Miles led Letty out of the room, and just before departing himself, Miles turned around and glared at his father. “I’ll pray for your eternally damned soul.”

Shaking his head, Miles walked out the front door with no intentions of ever returning.





CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT




KNOX CAPADONNO SLAMMED his car door as he glared up at the Capadonno mansion with rage coursing through his body. Inserting his key into the front door, Knox twisted the key and pushed the door open forcefully.

“Pop?” Knox called out as he entered the foyer. He didn’t bother to take the edge out of his voice.

“In here!” Sasha yelled out. She sounded upset.

Knox followed the sound of his sister’s voice into the parlor where he found Landon and Sasha standing over their father in his bed. Each of them had somber looks on their faces. At first, Knox thought the old man might have kicked the bucket. That is, until he sat up in bed and started cursing at Knox.

“Where the f*ck have you been?!” Michael spat, throwing major shade at Knox the very second he walked into the room.

“I had business to handle. What the hell is your problem? Sasha, Landon. Leave us. I need to talk to our father alone.”

“Knox—” Sasha began but quickly silenced her voice when she caught Knox’s cool gaze.

“Come on, Sasha. Let’s go out on the patio.”

“But it’s cold.”

“I’ll build a fire. Come on.”

Knox waited for their voices to fade before he began to speak to his father.

“I know what you’re up to and you’re going to get yourself and a lot of others killed.”

“Vengeance must be claimed.”

“You are engaging in a holy war against your own son, who by all evidence, has no intentions of killing you unless you bring him to it.”

“My sources say otherwise.”

“Yeah, let’s talk about those sources,” Knox suggested. “Nunzio Rigatti.”

“What about him?”

“Your sworn enemies coming over for coffee?”

“We’re on speaking terms now.”

“Apparently. At any point during this conversation did the name Giancarlo Rigatti come up?”

“How perceptive you are,” Michael said with an amused look on his face.

“Giancarlo Rigatti, whose murder was pinned on Miles. You decide to have a friendly meet-up with his grandfather, boss of the Rigatti crime family.”