by Cora Reilly
Another muffled cry. I began shaking, and slowly raised my hands and covered my ears. I’d wanted this, had wanted Falcone to suffer, but I couldn’t watch. I couldn’t bear seeing Growl as the monster I didn’t want him to be. Falcone deserved this. He was the reason why Growl was capable of such atrocities in the first place. Now he got a taste of his own medicine.
A hand on my shoulder made me gasp and I whirled around to find Growl watching me with haunted eyes. “We need to go. I know where your sister is. It’s not far from here.” I peaked behind him to where Falcone was lying on the asphalt, clutching his bleeding hand against his chest and crying. When he noticed my scrutiny, he scowled. He would kill me if he got the chance, that much was certain. “That was quick,” I said relieved.
Growl scanned my face, then nodded. “He’s not used to pain. It makes things easier.”
I wondered how often Growl had done this before and at the time I knew I’d never ask him.
“I couldn’t watch,” I whispered.
“That’s good. You are a good person.”
“I’m not,” I said. “If I were a good person, I wouldn’t want him to suffer and die, but I do. I’m only too weak to watch.”
Growl touched my cheek. “It’s better, believe me.”
“Will you kill him now?”
“No. We might still need him as a shield. And we should hurry.” He dropped his hand and loaded Falcone back in the car, not caring that he got blood all over the seats. Growl’s shirt was already covered with it. But before he got in the car, he changed into a fresh shirt.
After a five minutes drive, we arrived in front of a unsuspecting house. “This is where your sister is kept,” Growl said. “I’m not sure what to expect.”
“That’s why I should stay in the car,” I finished for him.
Grown nodded. “I will be back soon.” He pulled Falcone out and began to drag him toward the house but Falcone struggled. He managed to free himself. I quickly got out of the car.
In that moment, another car pulled up. Cosimo was behind the steering wheel. He opened the door of his car.
Falcone stumbled a few steps away from Growl. I was about to call a warning, but Growl grabbed Falcone and cut his throat. Bile rose in my throat as blood spilled out. But this time I couldn’t look away. “Now you know how it feels,” Growl rasped.
Falcone dropped to the ground in a puddle of his own blood. My eyes flew back to Cosimo. He watched with wide eyes, then his gaze moved from Falcone to Growl and he got back into his car and began backing off. “Growl,” I called.
Growl cursed, but didn’t stop Cosimo from escaping. “I can’t shoot him. It’s too loud. Stay here.” With those words, he ran toward the house, gun drawn. I picked up the gun Growl had given me and crawled on the backseat, shuddering at all the blood there, but I wanted to be at Talia’s side.
I counted the seconds until suddenly Talia came running my way. “Here!” I screamed and her terrified eyes focused on me. She fled toward me and flung herself into the car. I clutched her against me, thankful to have her back.
Shots rang out. Growl limped toward the car and half fell into the seat. He pressed his lips together as he started the car. “Get down,” he ordered, and only a second after Talia and I had crouched in the backseat, a bullet tore through the window. Talia screamed, and I hugged her more tightly. “It’s okay. Everything will be okay.” I hoped I wasn’t lying.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Cara
Two cars followed us but eventually we managed to shake them off. Growl steered the car toward the vacant factory he and Mino had determined as their meeting spot. When we arrived, the pick-up was already waiting and Mino was smoking a cigarette. I didn’t see Mother anywhere.
Talia raised her head when we came to a stop, her face tear-stained and frightened. “What’s happening?”
“We’re leaving,” I told her, stroking her hair. She didn’t ask more questions. I could tell she was in shock. We left the car and Growl opened the trunk so Bandit and Coco could jump out. I had to support Talia. She was shaking too hard to walk on her own, but Growl, too, had trouble. His limp had gotten worse. He noticed my gaze and gave a shrug, as if it was nothing. I didn’t believe him. I knew he had to be in a lot of pain.
“What took you so long?” Mino asked, then noticed Growl’s limp as well. “Have you been followed?” Worry filled his face.
“Probably. Let’s hurry,” Growl said. The words had just left his mouth when a car turned the corner and barreled our way. “Take the dogs and the girls, I’ll stop them!”
“What?” I cried out, but Growl was already pulling his run and shooting at the car, which jerked to a stop. Four men got out, and the second car shot around the neighbor building. Growl quickly aimed at its wheels and one of them exploded. The car spun around itself, then halted.
“Quick now!” Mino screamed, pulling at me.
“Cara,” Talia whimpered. Her eyes were pleading with me, and that made me move. Mino and I carried her toward the pick-up. Mother was in the back and when Mino opened the locks I realized why she hadn’t been getting out to help us. He’d locked her in. Probably for good reason. Talia got in the backseat with Mother but I wanted to go back to Growl. I never got the chance.
Mino grabbed me and shoved me into the backseat with them, then shut the door. He got behind the steering wheel and activated the locks so I couldn’t get out.
“What are you doing?” I screamed as I watched Growl fight several men. He was crouching behind his car and shooting at them. But how long would he be able to keep them away?
“Let me out!”
Mino ignored me. He hit the gas and the car lurched into motion.
GROWL
Growl allowed himself a moment to watch the car drive away, watch Cara leave. He’d probably never see her again, and that was for the best. She would be happier without him in her life.
He shoved a knife into his next attacker. He would fight and he would die today. But not in vain.
And if he died, he’d die with the memory of Cara’s sweet taste, or her perfect skin, and pretty face. He’d close his eyes with a good memory, no matter what awaited him after.
Cara
I banged my fists against the window, ignoring the dull pain zipping through my arms from the force of it. “Let me out,” I screamed again, even louder. Not that Mino hadn’t heard me the first time. We were barely two feet away from each other. Instead of listening to my request, he drove even faster.
I thrust my arms up and braced myself against the glass. Growl was surrounded by Falcone’s men. Even a fighter like him couldn’t possibly stand a chance against so many opponents.
I cried out. “Please, we have to help him.”
Mino shook his head. “I have strict orders to take you away from here.”
“But the man who gave the orders to you will be dead soon if we don’t help him!”
“Even so. A promise to a dead man isn’t worth less.”
I sank back against the seat. We were too far away. I couldn’t see Growl anymore. He’d survived so much. He couldn’t die, not like this. Not so soon.
“Cara?” came Mother’s soft voice, and I realized I’d completely forgotten about her and Talia. I turned to them. Confusion flickered on Mother’s face, but also a bitter realization. I’d given myself away, but I couldn’t even bring myself to care.
My eyes found Talia. She was staring down at her hands which lay limply in her lap.
I took her hand but she didn’t react. “We’ll be safe soon.”
I didn’t know what she’d gone through in the two months since I’d last seen her. She seemed physically unharmed but that meant nothing.
Mother wrapped an arm around my sister but kept her eyes on me. “Why did that man help us?”
“I suppose he felt guilty for what he did and wanted to redeem himself,” I said.
Mother pursed her lips. “That man doesn’t know what guilt is. He’s a monster.
He’s been Falcone’s cruelest assassin for so many years, no one could do that without turning into something less human.”
I couldn’t deny it. Growl had been cruel. He was a murderer. He’d done too many horrible things to count. There was no way I could explain any of this to Mother, because I couldn’t explain it myself.
“I heard the stories,” Mino said. “How Falcone gave you to him as a gift. It was meant as punishment for your family for your father’s betrayal.”
He was watching me through the rearview mirror, a curious expression on his sun-weathered face. I didn’t react to his words. It wasn’t meant as a question.
Mother had paled at the mention of Father but she remained silent.
“What I don’t get is why you are crying over him. Shouldn’t you be relieved to be rid of him? He was a monster,” Mino continued.
I raised my fingers to my cheeks, feeling the wetness. “He was,” I agreed. I wasn’t delusional. I’d witnessed Growl’s darkness, his irredeemable side, several times, and yet I’d come to love him. Maybe because I knew of the other Growl, the person he kept hidden beneath many layers of brutality. That tender and vulnerable side, that caring and loving side. That had won me over. I knew the man in front of me wouldn’t believe me if I told him about that Growl. And it was probably for the best. Growl had always done his best to keep that side of him hidden, to protect himself. I wouldn’t destroy the image he’d worked so hard on, even if I hated the image he’d created for himself. But now that he was gone, it was too late anyway.
My heart clenched into a tight fist.
“Maybe you should see someone, a shrink. I heard about this shit. Stockholm Syndrome.”
Anger surged through me. I hated that he wanted to put a label like that on my feelings. Mother touched my arm and I could tell that she agreed with him.
Perhaps they were right. I didn’t know. Didn’t know if my feelings for Growl would have survived in freedom, I’d never get the chance to find out.
We drove for two days and only stopped for toilet breaks. Talia didn’t speak at all the first day. On the second, she finally told us that she was okay. That she hadn’t been hurt. That the wife of her guard had taken care of her as well as she could.
I was so relieved, even though another hurdle lay still ahead of us. Convincing the head of the New York Familia to help us and take us in. Mother had called him from an old pay phone at a rest stop and told him, we’d be coming. He hadn’t made any promises.
He probably thought we were spies.
It was hard to be scared of the future. I felt numb. Too much had happened. The man I loved was dead. He’d died for me. I wasn’t exactly sure what I believed, only that there had to be something after this life. I hoped Growl’s acts of kindness would be seen as a step to redemption and grant him access to a better place in the afterlife. He’d suffered so much while he was alive, and even though some of it was his own fault, I wanted happiness for him now that he was dead.
We entered New York in the afternoon.
“What happens if they don’t allow us to stay?” Talia whispered.
“Either they think we’re spies and kill us, or they’ll send us away and Falcone’s men will kill us,” Mino said tightly. I could have hit him for that statement, even though it was probably true.
Coco yowled behind me. I turned around and scratched her behind the ear. She tilted her head to give me better access. Bandit wedged his head under my arm, begging for attention as well. I started tickling him beneath his chin the way he loved it and he closed his eyes in obvious enjoyment. These powerful animals that had scared me so horribly in the beginning had somehow sneaked their way into my heart. Just as their master had. Both shared a frightful exterior and the potential for destruction but beneath that, there was something tender and vulnerable, something that made you want to take care of them and love them. Now Coco and Bandit were all that was left of Growl. I’d take care of them for as long as I could, would try to protect them from harm. I owed it to Growl. My eyes began burning as they had so often in the last few days but I blinked the tears away. I couldn’t cry anymore. It seemed to drain me of all my energy and I needed it for the meeting with the New York Familia. Only a couple of months ago my life had been in shambles, or so it had seemed. I’d thought I wouldn’t survive, but I’d been stronger than I’d thought possible. I was strong. If anything, my time with Growl had taught me that. I’d figure out a way to convince Luca that we weren’t the enemy.
The car finally came to a stop in an industrial area that gave me little reason for hope. It was a place where you took someone you wanted out of the way. My eyes flitted to Mino. “Where are we?” I asked, my voice hoarse but firm.
“That’s the address Vitiello gave your mother,” Mino said. He glanced out of the window worriedly.
Two black cars were parked a good distance away from us.
“Perhaps we should get out so they can see that we aren’t dangerous,” I suggested.
“They could shoot us,” Mino said.
“I know. But we don’t have a choice.”
I opened the door and got out. I moved slowly and held my arms away from my body, so they could see I wasn’t armed. My heart pounded against my ribcage as I took a few steps away from the car. After a moment of hesitation, Mother and Talia followed my example and joined me. We didn’t move, only waited.
Mino stayed in the car. I gave him a look but he looked determined to wait.
A tall man got out of one of the cars. He was tall and muscled like Growl, but his hair was black and there were no visible tattoos, and yet for a maddening moment I’d thought it was him, risen from the dead by some miracle.
“Luca,” breathed Mother beside me. A second man and third man stepped up to Luca’s side a moment later. How could we know life here would be better than in Las Vegas?
I didn’t know these people, had only heard stories, few of them flattering. Mother had left New York also because her brother had been cruel, and now his son Luca would decide about our fate.
After a short discussion, Luca and the second man began walking toward us. The third stayed back, but there were probably more in the cars. I was surprised that Luca was risking that much. Falcone would have stayed behind and let his men do the dirty work. I wasn’t sure if it was a good sign that Luca had decided to meet us personally.
They stopped a good distance away.
“Your driver needs to get out,” Luca said. He and the other man were holding guns.
I faced Mino and motioned for him to get out. His eyes darted to Luca.
“If he doesn’t get out soon, I’ll get him out myself and he won’t like that,” the other guy said. He had dark brown, which was slightly longer than Luca’s, and now I realized they shared the same features. So that much be Matteo, if I remembered correctly.
Mino must have heard him because he finally climbed out of the car, holding his hands up over his head. A man ran around the car and grabbed him, twisting his arms behind his back. Mino cried out in pain, but fell silent when he was hit with the hilt of a gun. He toppled over, unconscious.
Talia began crying silently beside me. I took her hand. Mother was already holding the other. Luca scrutinized my sister, then me and Mother. I was too tired and too empty to be scared of them. The fear would come later. If there was a later. For all I knew they’d see us as the enemy, and kill us. At least I’d be reunited with Growl then. But something in me rebelled against that idea. I missed Growl, missed him more than I’d thought possible. But there were too many reasons why I needed to live, why I wanted to live. Her sister and mother were just two of them.
I summoned my courage and said. “I’m Cara. I’m your cousin.”
“We know exactly who you are,” Matteo said sharply.
That didn’t sound as if they were happy to see us.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Cara
They didn’t let us talk but they took us with them to what seemed to be some kind
of dance club, which was deserted as we arrived. Nobody said anything to us as we were led into a room in the back.
“Close the door, Romero,” Luca said to the third man. He did without hesitation, then stood in front of it, his attentive eyes keeping watch over us.
“Where’s our driver?” I asked. They’d put him in another car and I hadn’t seen him again.
“We need to have a detailed talk to him to figure out what his motives are,” Matteo said with a smirk.
A shiver ran down my back. “Will you torture us as well?” I muttered.
Matteo laughed. “Oh, a cheeky one.”
Luca sighed. “You have a cheeky wife already. Don’t grate on my nerves by bickering with our cousin too.”
Surprise widened my eyes.
Matteo shrugged and sat on the edge of the desk.
“What about the dogs, where did you take them? Please don’t hurt them.”
“Someone will take care of them,” Luca said. What did he mean by that?
“We need your help, Luca,” Mother said pleadingly. “We are family.”
“You left your family to go to Las Vegas. You married a member of the Camorra.”
“That’s betrayal if you ask me,” Matteo said with a twisted smile. “And from what we hear, your family likes betrayal. Your husband already paid with his life for it.”
Mother faltered.
“We never betrayed anyone,” I said firmly. “And Mother only left New York because she loved my father and because her brother was a monster.”
“Well, we know that you, at least, know how to handle monsters, right?” Matteo said. “And you’re talking about our father if I might remind you.”
I swallowed. Insulting Salvatore Vitiello was probably not my best idea.
“I knew your father, my brother, well enough to know that you can’t miss very much,” Mother said.
