Despite the bright white walls and the sunlight that streamed through the windows, the room was cast with shadows.
I listened to Christinaâs sobs as she leaned over the comatose patient.
Her husband. Stefanoâs father. The man my sister had played a part in hurting.
My mind was pounding from a headache. I couldnât think properly or process how everything went downhill so fast.
The mood in the room was heavy as Stefano, Camille, Alessandro, Genevieve, Rena, Anton, Andrei, and Gabriella all crowded around the bed and gazed down at Xavier.
I tried staying out of everyoneâs way and glued myself to the wall. Guilt tugged at me as my encounter with Selena and Jalen circled through my mind on a continuous loop.
It wasnât something I could tell Stefano. Not at a time like this.
~Should I ever tell him? What would happen to my sister if I did?~
My hand unconsciously went to touch the phone in my back pocket. Would she call?
I looked at Stefano and Anton, huddled together by the door, their conversation quiet but intense.
Camille, who was currently rubbing her motherâs back in comfort, glanced at them, her eyes lingering on Antonâs figure for just a second longer before she turned away.
âWhat are you going to do?â Antonâs voice rose as he pressed Stefano for a plan of action. âWith your father in a coma, youâre going to have to step up. Youâre the heir, and right now, youâre the head of the family.â
âI know. Things are about to get bloody. You can trust me on that.â Stefanoâs words were a cold verdict that struck fear in my heart.
His eyes were the darkest shade of blue theyâd ever been, and I was afraid of looking into them.
I had never seen him look so scary.
âIf you need my help, Iâm here,â Anton told him.
âAppreciated.â
They wrapped up their conversation before Anton excused himself.
Stefano sighed and ran a hand down his face. He looked exhausted. I hesitated, not knowing if I should comfort him or not. Knowing what I knew kept me rooted to my spot.
âFuck!â Alessandroâs outburst startled all of us. He moved away from his father and punched the wall. âFuck! Fuck! Fuck! Just wait until I get my hands on those bastards,â he seethed.
I winced.
Stefano looked at his brother and sneered. âWhat could you possibly do? Drug them to death?â
Alex glared at him. âI donât want to hear anything from the man who couldnât protect his own home, or his girlfriend.â
Stefano snorted, his voice dark as he spat, âAt least I didnât hide while my father was getting fucking shot at. This is all ~your~ fault.â
I glanced between the two brothers anxiously. This wasnât the time.
âWhat was I supposed to do?â Alex shouted. âI was drugged out of my fucking mind. Iâd have gotten shot dead before I managed to lift a single finger!â
âThen you shouldâve died! You were in the house with them. If youâd man up for once in your life and get over this stupid addiction of yours, Dad wouldâve had someone to watch his back!â
Stefanoâs roar was loud, and I knew he was trying his best to hold himself back.
âIâ¦â Guilt flickered across Alexâs face as he tried to make an excuse for himself.
Stefanoâs lips curled in disgust. âYouâre useless to this family, Alex. You canât do anything right. Even your little sister is more valuable to this family than you are.â
He scoffed, running his fingers through his hair, before continuing. âYou waltz in here, angry your father got shot when you couldâve fucking prevented it. I keep telling you this isnât a game. This is our life! Man the fuck up!â
âEnough!â Christinaâs voice trembled as she shouted, causing both brothers to turn to look at her tear-stricken face.
âYour father is dying, and you two are arguing over whose fault this is. Just shut up! I-I canât.â She buried her face in her hands as she cried. âPlease, God, donât make me lose this man.â
The room fell silent, and everyone stood awkwardly as Christina cried. Alex gazed at his mother before turning toward the door.
âWhere are you going?â Stefano called out after him.
Alex glanced back at him coldly. âTo blow off some steam.â
âIf you come back in here fucked out of your mind, Alex, I will shoot you myself,â Stefano threatened.
The door slammed shut behind Alex.
Stefano sighed and ran a hand through his hair. His phone rang, and he stepped out of the room to answer it.
Gabriella was nestled in Andreiâs arms as they stood off to the side. When we made eye contact, she mouthed, âAre you okay?â
I nodded with a smile and leaned against the wall. I was starting to get lightheaded and needed something to brace myself.
I felt like a fish out of water, flapping around aimlessly and panicking as I suffocated to death. The phone in my back pocket began vibrating, and I felt the speed of my heart rate increase as I realized it was Selenaâs phone. I glanced around warily at the people in the room, then excused myself to the bathroom.
I didnât see Stefano as I ran down the hall and counted it as a blessing. Once I was far enough away from Xavierâs room, I pulled out the phone to answer it.
âSelena?â
âCatalina.â Hearing my name caused my entire body to tremble as I leaned against the wall to hold myself up.
My voice trembled as I asked, âSelena, whatâs going on? Why did you join the Perez family? Why didnât you contact me?â
âIâm sorry⦠I was busy settling in with Mom and Dad.â
My brow furrowed in confusion. âSelena, what are you talking about?â
âMom and Dad. Theyâre alive,â she whispered.
My heart thudded as I moved off the wall, my hand clutching the phone tightly to my ear as I glanced over my shoulder, paranoid that someone would suddenly pop out of nowhere and overhear me.
âThis isnât a time for jokes.â
Tearful laughter rang in my ears as she said, âIâm not lying, Cat. They didnât die. Theyâre actuallyâ¦â She hesitated.
âSelena?â
âYou have to leave him.â Her voice was firm as she spoke. âStefano. You have to leave him. This is serious. The Perez family is out for blood, and we wonât stop until we destroy the Roscottos. ~All~ the Roscottos.â
â~We?~ Whoâs ~we~? Why do you keep talking as if youâre one of them?â
âBecause I am! We are! Listen, Cat. Your real name isnât Catalina Williams. Itâs Catalina Perez.â
Time stood still. My heart shook at her words. ~Catalina Perez?~ As if on cue, a distant memory resurfaced.
~I was twelve years old, sitting in the living room, combing Selenaâs hair as our aunt opened the front door.~
~I looked over curiously as big, burly men wearing suits looked into the apartment and asked, âIs this the home of Mabel Perez?â~
~My aunt glanced back at us in a panic and stepped outside, closing the door behind her. Though before the door closed, I managed to hear her say to the men, âI go by Mabel Williams now. Why are you here?â~
~I furrowed my brow in confusion. ~Mabel Perez~?~
My voice trembled as I snapped out of the memory and asked, âWeâre related to the Perez family?â
âThatâs not all. Our parents are the heads of the Perez family. Weâre mafia royalty, Cat. You canât stay there. If the Roscottos find out about you, youâll be as good as dead.â
I couldnât think of anything to say. This didnât feel real. None of this felt real.
âCat?â
I couldnât even answer when she called my name. I slid down the wall as my knees buckled under me. One of the nurses passing by quickly came to my side.
âMiss, are you okay?â She threw her hand over my shoulder to help me up.
I blinked my eyes to get rid of the black dots that lined my vision. I felt like I was going to pass out.
âIâm fine,â I managed to bite out as the nurse led me to an empty room to sit on the bed. âIâm just a bit stressed, is all.â
She gazed at me worriedly. âAre you sure? Do you want me to look you over? Make sure everything is okay?â
I shook my head. âNo, Iâm fine. I promise.â
She stared at me for a few more seconds before slowly nodding her head. âAll right. Stay here and rest for a bit. Iâll bring you some water.â
I nodded my thanks as she left.
âCat?â Selena called out again, her voice softer and more worried now. âAre you okay?â
I took a deep breath to try to control my emotions. âIâm fine.â
âThereâs someone who wants to speak to you,â Selena said.
There was shuffling over the line.
âSomeone? Who?â
There was a bit of mumbling in the background before a gentle voice sounded.
âLittle bird.â
My hands trembled as my eyes turned glossy with tears. I hadnât heard that nickname or that voice in forever. Not since I was eight years old.
My voice croaked. âMom?â
***
After I calmed myself down, I left the room and headed back to Xavierâs room.
But I was stopped before I could make it that far.
Everyone stood in the hallway as nurses filed in and out of the room in a hurry. Christina sat on the floor crying. Camille sat with her, her arms wrapped around her motherâs body. Though this time, Camille was also crying.
Gabriella had her face stuffed into Andreiâs side, but her moving shoulders hinted at her tears as well.
I spotted Stefano pacing at the other end of the hallway, barking Italian at the person on the other end of the phone. He looked more ragged than when he had left the room earlier.
âWhat happened?â I asked Rena, who was the closest to me, as I stepped into the family circle.
She glanced at me, then turned her pitied gaze to the two sobbing females.
âHeâs dead.â
~What?~
âWhat?â I echoed my thoughts.
âMr. Roscotto is dead.â
End of Book 1