Bad Blood: A Dark Mafia Romance (Corrupt Gods Duet Book 1) by Cora Kenborn & Catherine Wiltcher

Author:Cora Kenborn & Catherine Wiltcher [Kenborn, Cora]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Twisted Publishing
Published: 2021-05-11T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seventeen

Thalia

There’s that silence again… That long, painful precursor to hell.

It takes me back to a snowy night ten years ago, sitting in a stolen car outside an abandoned church, waiting for something to happen and knowing I wouldn’t like it when it did. That was the night I first heard the name “Carrera”—the night I first learned anything about this war.

Who double-crossed who first doesn’t matter anymore. All I know is a tentative truce became a bloodbath, and it hasn’t stopped splashing over the sides ever since.

Through the years, there have been more bullets fired, deals undercut, lives lost… Like my knight in the snow predicted, it passed down to the next generation, and now I’ve been forced to marry into it and face the consequences.

My father doesn’t comment on my appearance at first, but the downturn of his mouth does all the talking for him.

“Thalia,” he greets, in that drawling, mocking intonation of his that delivers kill orders in the same way he used to tell me bedtime stories. “Nice of you to join us.”

“I can explain...”

“I can’t wait to hear it.”

“About the dress...”

“No need to start there, mija,” he says, lifting his eyebrows at me. ‘Clearly, Santi Carrera isn’t picky about what the fuck his vengeance looks like.”

And so it begins...

“Don’t. Just don’t.” Brushing past him, I flop down on the nearest couch and pull a cushion to my stomach for protection.

“Don’t, what?”

“Don’t… this.” I gesture at his casually deceptive stance. He’s leaning against the doorframe with his arms folded, but I’m not fooled for a second. He’s so unapologetic about everything. It’s his way, or he’s blowing up the highway. There’s a good reason why I never went to him about Bardi’s footage in the first instance. The situation needed tact, and he only knows how to stomp.

“You mean I’m not allowed to congratulate my youngest daughter on her wedding?”

His tone could flay skin… Which is something he’d know all about.

“Next, you’ll be telling me you’re in love with him.”

“I am in love with him,” I lie. “It’s been a perfect day.

“I see.”

“Shame mamá couldn’t say the same about her own wedding day.”

My cheap shot chills the atmosphere in the room to minus figures. Even in his fifties, papá carries a gravitas that reduces grown men and wayward daughters to trembling, self-doubting heaps.

“Don’t try and understand it, mija,” he warns. “Just know that it brought light into a dark place.”

“You kidnapped her and forced her to marry you!”

“And she’s so fucking unhappy about it.”

There’s a tic working hard in his jaw.

That’s another thing about my father. He doesn’t like to be questioned about anything. He parked his conscience a long time ago and lost the valet ticket on purpose.

“I don’t think much of your husband’s deference to his new family.” Taking a step toward me, he tosses his phone onto my lap. “Is this meant to be some kind of reverse dowry with spikes?”

Glancing sideways, I suddenly see why Sam was so angry.

“What happened?” I whisper, knowing how much he loved that place.

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