Wrath's Genesis

Chapter Forty Four

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"Holy s**t. She really did it. Now it all makes sense. That crazy bastard ignited the match."

Christian murmured, genuinely in awe of my wife as we watched our men run up and down, each of them struggling to figure out exactly how to remedy the situation we were currently in. Their fast responses were admirable as each of them instantly sprung into crisis mode.

She released them from any form of complacency...At least we have that to go for us...

I couldn't help but still process her actions or the sight before me. Nothing truly made sense, more so the fact that my wife had expertly installed C4 explosives onto the cars. Every single thing she did completely distorted, shifted my very comprehension of who she was, what she was capable of.

It's dangerous not to know the true Emilia, Soren. Especially if she's coming after you in return for her freedom. People do extreme things to obtain the one thing that they want the most. Never forget that lesson.

Memories creeped up from my past, each of them meeting with the hard wall erected to keep them out. I wanted nothing to do with those particular demons, most especially with the current predicament. I needed to figure out my s**t before my wife actually succeeded in ending my damn life.

It is pretty hot, though, just how determined she is to bathe in my blood. A true Queen of Sin whose step into the dark side was one worthy of praise. It would certainly ripple through the underworld if it hasn't already.

"Wait, you're saying this has nothing to do with your enemies?"

Rowan murmured, genuinely stunned by the revelation as Christian nodded through a broad grin and chuckle at our companion's stunned frown that the other Dons mirrored. The meeting had been important, integral in the assurance that our allies would stand with us. The major crime families, those who valued the business we conducted between us and recognized true power had been in attendance.

Neither one of them questioned our dominance or refused to participate in the war to come. Their loyalty was absolute, a testament to what the Sins and I had built. It was a refreshing thought to know I had established an Empire beyond many's comprehension. My mind threatened to reminisce once more, to remind me of a better time.

Why is it that my mind keeps pulling me into the past? Why do I long to recall days that brought me more torment than happiness?

Is it because of the explosions? The death and destruction? My wife's ever-shifting personality should incense me and yet the prospect of not knowing what is coming exhilarates me?

The combination of factors was absolute, reminding me of loud crashes and betrayals that should have never been. Broken trust that had completely shifted my entire perspective and turned my world upside down. Thinking of it all still made my blood boil and my body come alive with the need to destroy.

"Did you get her what she has? Did you provide her with the C4 and help her get it into the car?"

My voice was darker, deeper than it should have been. I was angry, pissed at hell for letting the thoughts through and remembering a past that I had long forgotten. I was better than that. I had cultivated control beyond many's wildest dreams. I pride myself on being able to keep my thoughts to myself. No one could ever tell what was going through my mind.

And now she has cracked my walls, made me hang precariously on the edge of despair and the world at my feet will suffer for it.

"Are you f*****g crazy? I know better than to go up against you despite the fact that I kinda wish I did just so I could see the pissed-off look you're sporting right now."

My cousin was beyond amused despite my glare, which made the Leaders of various smaller gangs uncomfortable enough to look away and find something else to do. It was the expected reaction. The one I was used to and yet my very own blood simply chuckled at my expense whilst Rowan looked unperturbed as he scrolled through his phone nonchalantly.

Damn those two for knowing me so well...

"Besides, you know there is only one person in the whole damn world crazy enough to take a gamble with you...well, two now, considering how badass your wife is proving to be."

Christian added, his words ringing with truth as my mind instantly latched onto the psychopath of our messed-up 'family'. Knowing my wife was being compared to Diesel chilled me to the very bone, unsettling me in ways I did not expect it would. Diesel's unpredictability had become problematic over the years, but years of knowledge and experience had taught me how to handle him.

Emilia is a blank slate, though, and she seemed more insane than I give her credit for...No, there is no way those two are going to be left in the same sentence, let alone compared to each other.

"Diesel has s**t bomb-making and assembling skills. He didn't do it. It has to be someone else."

I affirmed, my voice dripping with confidence. I refused to back down. This was my own truth, the only one I could allow myself to believe. Nothing else made sense and I refused to make sense of it.

Christian shrugged, clearly not willing to say exactly what I refused to believe. He knew better than to try and provoke me in the mood I was in.

Well, except damn Rowan f*****g Byrne...

"Could you allow yourself, for one moment, to believe that your wife is actually a lethal weapon with competence enough to come as close as she did to ending your life. Because, admit it or not, if she hadn't called you and given you the heads up-her declaration of war, you would be dead."

"And you, as well as many other motherfuckers, would LOVE that, wouldn't you?"

I added, earning a sinister grin from my counterpart as well as a small shrug. I could not blame him for his blatant honesty. On the contrary, it was more refreshing to have such honesty from him. I would certainly have done the same if the roles were reversed.

"You know the answer to that, Soren. I'm just wondering when you're going to finally admit to yourself that your wife is the most dangerous opponent you have now? She has the power to make and break you, a trait you were looking for in the woman you wanted to marry. Let's just hope she doesn't end up being too much to handle. Many men would love to be in your shoes, though. Can't you tell how envious they are just by looking?"

I wanted to end every single man who grinned, chuckled, or mused on the wildness of my wife. Those who wished for me to discipline her in the way of the underground and those that had nefarious thoughts. I wanted to punch Rowan square in the jaw for being part of the latter, but my logical mind could not argue away a valid point.

She may be the bane of my existence, but she is also the battle opponent I have been longing for so long. She is worthy enough of my 100% and I will show her exactly why I am the King of this world.

Who knows...I just might convince her to become my Queen. I may yet make her into the conqueror I know she can become...

"You already have your hands full with your woman and your territory before concerning yourself with mine, asshole. Are you ready to finally finish what you started?"

The mood shifted, all conversation forgotten as Christian and I observed the Irish Don and spotted the familiar ruthlessness that was worthy of a man of his stature in our world. Clarity had dawned upon him, reminded him of the goals he needed to achieve. Goals that would set him and my Empire onto another level of power.

The Russians and the Vipers have no chance...I will obliterate them and their allies...

"Yes. Everything is ready. I expect you will accept my invitation to the celebration of my victory. Do bring your wife as well. I am sure my “A chroí” will be pleased to meet a woman in the same world as she is. I trust the two will become very good companions and reign havoc in our world."

Rowan chuckled as he seemed to muse on that very scenario, his amusement leaking over to me as a small smile stretched across my own lips.

"Ain't that the truth. Careful though, Ro, or Emilia just might corrupt your Polish Princess with her inclination to destruction."

Christian warned, earning a laugh from Rowan as he shrugged all the same.

"I don't mind that at all. It means she will be fun to tame."

The two men shared a small chuckle as I mused inwardly on the likeness I beheld with the man who would have been a worthy rival indeed were he not morphing into a man I could call a friend. It was a foreign concept to me. Making friends has never been my priority. My brothers and sisters always seemed to be enough and yet the prospect of having such a relationship with Rowan didn't seem or sound so bad.

"I will make sure to bring her to the event I have not killed her for her disobedience and inclination for chaos."

I muttered, instantly imagining all the things I would do to my dear wife to remind her of the power I beheld. She wouldn't come close again. Never like this.

It's time to pull off the kid gloves and battle her for absolute dominance in this relationship...

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