“Yes.” The man struggled for air. I held on a moment longer to drive my point home, then I let go and tossed him backward. I knew she’d sent them, and I knew they were confused as to whose orders to follow. They needed to know I was the one they should fear, not her.
I headed back up to the house and signaled for Francesco, as I stomped by him, to follow me straight into my father’s office.
“Get out,” I muttered to Gain, and he left without hesitation.
“What’s going on?” Papa looked up from his laptop. Francesco leaned against the wall and waited for me to begin.
I leaned down toward Papa, pressing against his desk with my fists. I needed to calm this murderous rage. “Papa, it’s time to make our first move.”
He leaned back and removed his glasses to study my face. He seemed to make hi
