"Wait for my vendetta, sweet Russo family," I whispered.
Then I turned on the gas and walked to the front door. I lit the match and threw it into the house and walked out.
As my car drove me to the airport, I watched as the Russo compound exploded in flames and I felt a strange sense of satisfaction. Burning down a family's house. In the old language, it meant total war. Absolute severance.
But this was only the beginning of what I had planned for them.
They just wait and see.
Giacomo's POV
I paced in front of the emergency room while Pietro stood a few feet away, arms crossed, jaw tight. Nadina sat on the plastic chair nearest the door, crying into her hands.
"I really hope nothing has happened to Angela," she wailed.
"How can Liliana be so cruel as to hurt a baby?" Pietro snapped angrily.
I ran a hand through my hair and the confused face of Liliana flashed before my eyes.
"But… but Liliana has never been violent," I found myself saying.
Pietro stared at me. "Liliana? Have you forgotten we don't know her anymore? All she's done is cause pain to Nadina and ruin things for us. She's capable of anything."
"But still—" I started to say again, but Pietro interrupted me.