(Anthony’s POV)
Watching my sweet angel Bethany shred the dying body of the man that has caused me so much pain brings both satisfaction and agony to my very core. But I couldn’t let him die just yet. Griffin holds her in his arms while I force a concoction of Rocco’s design to keep the dying alive for a while longer down his throat.
After a moment, Rocco coughs up more blood and takes another painfully rattling breath. “F*ck, can’t you let an old man die?”
I swallow down the anger and pain the man has caused me. Clutching my ribs where I had been stabbed by Rocco earlier, I settle myself. “Not yet, Rocco.”
I think back to the childhood that I lost due to the b*stard. I think back to the innocent life I will never have. To all the crimes I’ve committed to get this far. To gain the success, lying in a bloody heap at my feet.
And yet… I thank him for one thing. Without Rocco ruining my life, I’d never have met Bethany.