CHAPTER 20
Dermos’s POV
I crouched behind an overturned table, my gun trained on the door as I waited for the next wave of attackers. Carlos slid in beside me, his eyes scanning the room with a mix of concern.
“What the hell is going on?” I growled.
Carlos took a deep breath, his expression grim. “It's the Godfather, Dermos. He's behind this. He's trying to take you out, and he's using the Don's rivals to do it.”
I cursed under my breath. “Why? What's he got to gain?”
Carlos hesitated, his eyes shifting to me before looking away. “Your father, the Don, they had a falling out. The Godfather's been waiting for revenge ever since.”
I pressed the side of the pistol to my head before rubbing there in circles, frustrated to the core. “And Ariella?” I asked, my voice tight.
Carlos's expre
