“This goes against everything I believe in and prosecute, but the anger I have inside outweighs my morals. I’m ready.”
Isabella and Willow enter the bunker space. Willow joins us, and Isabella remains attached to Catalina’s side. Sonny takes Willow’s hand and catches her eye. Their closeness is apparent in the way they seek comfort in one another.
He buries his head in the crock of her neck and I remove myself from their space to give them privacy. Niccolo spots me and meets me halfway. We stand near the black, leather couch and he grabs my hand.
“Do you think he’ll do it, baby?”
“Yeah, he’s super determined,” I disclose as his thumb rubs circles across my palm.
“But, like, how does he go from Mister Nice Guy prosecutor to stone-cold killer in a matter of a day? It just doesn’t seem likely.”
“I know, baby. Believe me, Maeve asked me the same thing, but I don’t know. I see the same killer I am when someone betrays me.” Niccolo nods, understanding who I’m referring to.
“I guess his anger took over, but that comedown is going to have him dealing with some major second-guessing, and I don’t know how that’s going to work out for us.”
“I have a feeling we’ll be there for him,amorcito.” I wink and he playfully slaps my hand.
“Okay, let’s get into position,” Niccolo adds as he joins the girls and Alejandro as they inspect Sonny’s position near his father.
I saunter towards Sonny’s place beside his father as he grabs the syringe filled with a lethal dose of Pancuronium. Due to Frank’s status as a governor, we had to settle for a lethal paralytic rather than getting creative with one of our newly shined toys of torture.
“You don’t have to do this, Sonny. I can do it for you,” I whisper. He catches my eye and shakes his head.
“I can do it. He deserves this, and I should be the last face he sees as I take his life.”Wow, he has balls. I’ll give him that.
Resuming my position, Frank opens his mouth to give his two cents. But just before the words come, Sonny slaps him hard across his right cheek. I’m taken aback; who knew he had it in him to be kind of violent?
“You don’t get to speak. Your time for ridiculing me is over. Listen closely, Dad,” Sonny spits out as he grasps Frank’s face with one hand and squeezes tightly.
“My face will be the last one you see. But let me leave you with this. After today, you’ll be a distant memory and I will not give you the satisfaction of taking over my life anymore. I will be the man you didn’t want to be. You are a lying piece of fucking shit, and my mother and I deserve better. And we will get it even if it’s the last thing I do. Goodbye, Father. You deserve this,” Sonny growls, inserting the needle into Frank’s arm.
He pushes the medication through the syringe, and in a span of moments, Frank’s body instantly relaxes. Sonny removes the needle and his other hand from Frank’s face.
“Fuck you, asshole. Go to fucking hell.” Sonny’s beautiful, blue eyes fill with tears and I quickly move by his side, grabbing him as his knees buckle and almost hit the ground.
I soothe him by smoothing the hair on the back of his head as I bring his body closer to mine. Willow immediately reaches our side and nods to me before taking Sonny in her arms.
They cry together; her sweet words of comfort are enough to calm his tears. I nod towards Alejandro, and he immediately starts to unstrap Frank’s body and carries him out of the bunker.
I join Catalina, Isabella, and Niccolo as we watch the two beautiful people in the middle of the room, seeking each other’s comfort.
“They should stay here. There’s no way he can take this home with him,” Isabella instructs.
Grabbing her hand, I kiss it and say, “They will, baby, they will. And before we continue our night of fun, how about y’all meet me in my office? Maeve has some things for us to discuss.Go ahead. I’ll wait for them and tell them they’ll be staying in one of the guest rooms.”
Letting go of her hand and giving Niccolo a peck on the lips, they collectively exit the bunker. Willow and Sonny remove themselves from each other and see me standing there, waiting for them.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to take up all of your time, I know you’re a busy man. We’ll leave you alone. We just need a car to take back to the club so I can retrieve mine,” Sonny apologizes.
“Don’t worry about that. We brought your car here, but you two will be staying in one of the guest rooms. I assume you don’t want to be alone, and you shouldn’t, but unless you want separate rooms, I have two rooms with a connecting door,” I state.
“Oh, no. We couldn’t put you out like that. We’ll go home,” Sonny comments.
“Nonsense. You’ll both stay. Follow me,” I declare, leaving no room for discussion.
I walk into my office after escorting Willow and Sonny to their guest room across the hall.
As I suspected, they decided to share a room. I left them with extra pillows, clothes, hot tea, and tissues. I also explained where my bedroom was in case they needed to reach me. It was more than enough to get them through the night.
