Chapter 157 – Valentino Jr. POV
I pour myself a glass of champagne as the screen lights up with fire and panic.
The news anchor's voice trembles as she describes it—a suspected terrorist attack on the Castellano estate… authorities are urging citizens to avoid the area… no official death toll yet…
I take a sip.
Ha.
Ha ha ha.
The taste is sweet. Not just the champagne—the victory.
I let it rest on my tongue, slow and indulgent. Like honey. Like revenge. Like everything I was told I'd never have.
It was hard getting them all in the same room. Harder still to hurt them where it mattered.
But I knew.
It took months.
Getting them all in one room wasn't easy. They never trusted each other enough. But pain? Pain makes people cooperate. You hit them where it hurts—hard enough, deep enough—and suddenly, even sworn enemies will sit at the same table.
