Reign of a Billionaire : A Dark Mafia Enemies-to-Lovers Romance

I balled my fists, fighting the urge to punch my own mother. “What girl?”

“I don’t remember her name.” This wasn’t helping her case at all. “Last name Freud-something.”

My brows knitted. “Dr. Freud?” I blurted. “It has something to do with Dr. Freud?”

“I don’t know any Dr. Freud.” Just another puzzle piece thrown our way.

“Why did you keep showing me that video?” I asked instead. “You said it was my sister.”

She smiled—that crazy, twisted smile. “You needed an incentive.”

I hardened myself. All she did was hurt me, again and again. “Tell me what you know about my sister,” I gritted.

“Why?” she asked, her voice raspy.

“Because she’s my sister,” I gritted. “She’s my other half.” This woman—who gave me birth and was supposed to be my mother—had been sick in the head for far longer than I’d been alive, the loss of her first child—Winter—destroying her fragile mind. But it didn’t excuse her behavior toward me. It didn’t excuse her abandonment of my twin. “Because I’m going to get her back, and you’re going to help me by telling me everything you fucking know.”

She smiled, her first warm smile in a long time. “Maybe all those years of electroshock therapy made something out of you.”

“Fucking watch it,” Kingston growled from behind me, ready to pounce, but the moment my hand took his, he stilled.

“You always preferred Lia to me,” I stated, feeling nothing with those words. She no longer mattered to me, only my sister did. “You should want me to save her.” Sofia wasn’t the only manipulative bitch here. She’d taught me well, and I’d use any means necessary to find my sister. “Now tell me what you know and maybe you’ll get to see Lia before you waste away in this dungeon.”

She started to laugh, the sound slightly hysterical.

“If you’re her best chance at survival, your sister’s already dead.” My heart clenched for my sister who was paying for this woman’s sins.

“But I’m not alone,” I said coldly. “I have Kingston and his entire family by my side.”

She scoffed. “A lot of good that will do you. You need someone from the other side.”

“Other side?”

“There was one thing you were right about.” Her subject changes gave me whiplash, but I held on.

“What’s that?”

“I had to play their tunes so she’d stay safe.” My hands shook, trying not to imagine everything my twin was going through. “Every time I looked at you, you reminded me that you led her straight into their hands.”

I might have come into my own with Kingston, but I’d be lying if I said those words didn’t hurt like bullets. Every one of them dug into my skin, leaving behind more invisible marks. My mother might have fixed my scars cosmetically, but the invisible ones were worse.

Kingston came around me and pointed his gun at Sofia’s forehead. “You might want to reconsider your words.”

I brought my hand to his forearm and squeezed. “She’s egging you on.” Turning to face back to her, I asked, “What did you mean by needing someone from the other side?”

She shrugged. “A family that participates in human trafficking.” An idea filtered in, and suddenly, I knew exactly who or what family would help me as my mother’s next words spread fire through my chest. Giovanni Agosti. “I should have made you my regular fuckboy, Ghost.”

Rage crawled up my neck and over my cheeks, burning my ears. I brought my hand to Kingston, meeting his eyes in silent understanding. The kill was his, but the blood was mine. It was time that someone killed for him.

He let me take his gun, the cold metal stark against my burning fingers.

Those eyes feral on me, unlike anything I’d ever seen before, I didn’t look away. “Goodbye, Sofia.”

Then I pulled the trigger, the bullet finding its target between her eyes.

Blood splattered across my dress and a tormented scream left my throat as I fell down onto my knees. Not for her. Not for me. For him, my Kingston, who’d saved me so many times.

Big arms came around my waist, pulling me up to my feet and offering me their strength. The familiar masculine scent of musky cologne cut through the fog, the feeling of safety seeping into me.

I buried my face into his chest and started to sob.

Our story began with blood; it was only fitting that it ended with blood too.

Chapter 65Kingston

Sofia’s death delayed our date by a few days.

We had her buried in an unmarked grave. Lou’s hand in mine and our fingers interlocked, we watched the coffin disappear into the dirt, and I couldn’t help but wish that bitch made it all the way down to the last layer of Dante’s hell. We didn’t linger, our hearts filled with relief rather than sorrow.

Sofia was past and all I wanted to do was enjoy the here and now.

My attention on Lou, I couldn’t take my eyes off the first and only girl I’d ever loved. It was our date night. Finally.

Our first date was at an outside Moroccan restaurant on Praia da Figueirinha beach outside Lisbon. It was fitting, considering our dream was always to escape to the beach.

We ate, and then we walked the beach hand in hand until we got to our final destination.