Page 130 of Shades of Loyalty
"Are you insane, Daniel? Do you want to killme?" He stumbles back, hand reaching blindly for the doorknob, but he refuses to break eye contact.
"Yes. Just like you tried to get me killed. You’re the reason my mother is dead. And you’re gonna pay for it. Withyouruseless life.”
My grip tightens on the trigger. My jaw clenches.
His lips tremble. "No, no, listen to me, please… Put that gun away. I don’t know what you think I did, but I am innocent!"
His fingers finally find the doorknob.
Shit.
He twists it, pulling the door open. I can’t let him escape. I need to put an end to this.
I need to show this motherfucker what happens when you fuck with the Caruso family.
"Daniel, please—"Bang.
The gunshot rings out, deafening in the small space.
Lorenzo jerks back, his legs failing him before he can even step out. His body crumples, crashing to the floor.
Blood splatters the carpet. Stains the walls. Pools beneath him in deep, dark crimson.
For a second, everything is still. It feels... easy. Way too fucking easy. A slow grin tugs at my lips.
Finally. Fucking finally—I’m able to put an end to all of this. I am the one to stop all of this.
I’m able to fuckingprovemy father’s point. That I’m good enough to be boss.
That I can protect my family and my employees.
I tuck my gun away and shove his body under the bed. It won’t do much, but I don’t need it to. I just need to make sure people don’t have the chance of discovering his body before my men do.
I text Hayden.Get the guys here. Fast.
The moment I step outside, the weight lifts. The chaos, the betrayal, the fucking war—it’s over.
I step outside, scanning the hallway. Broad daylight. If someone sees me now, I’m screwed.
I fucking hope his neighbors are at work.
Blood pools in front of my uncle’s apartment, a dark crimson stain spreading across the floor. Most people are at work during this time, but still—cleaning this up without anyone noticing is a fucking gamble.
I just hope my men know how to do this quickly.
I mean, sure, I have connections who could make a case disappear, but not having one to begin with? That’s even better.
The elevator dings. The doors slide open.
Three of my men step out, walking past me without hesitation. I nod at them, smirking.
God, I love this feeling. Power. Control.
After weeks of suffering, it all ends now. It’s like coming up for air after drowning.
I exhale as the elevator doors close, my heartbeat finally slowing.
Then—another chime. The second floor. The doors open again.
