“What the fuck!” He grabs me by the wrists, forcing them above my head. Blood oozes out of the cut slowly, but not enough to be worried about, and anyway, right now I can’t think of me. I need to get in that room. “What’s your fucking problem now? Hmm?”

“You!” I scream so loud my head throbs.

He chuckles, shaking his head and releasing me. “Go on then, little one. Go run back to Papa and see who he really is.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” I scream again, shoving him away and picking up my dress to jog down the steps, down the dark alleyway. I round the quiet street, the front sliding doors parting open. I try to run faster, and I think I am, but every time I think the doors to the conference room get closer they take a step back.

Forcing the doors open, my ears ring as I look around the place. Bodies litter the floor with torn flower petals falling around me. The Russians are on one side, and Papa on the other. Where the fuck has the rest of the La Rosa army gone? Val is near Royce and the MC farther toward the back, and I do a quick scan to make sure Jade and Poppy are okay.

“What the fuck is happening!”

Papa spits on the ground, glaring up at me. “Why don’t you ask your baby daddy?”

“Or—” Wicked says from behind me, but I ignore him, pushing and stepping over the dead bodies and puddles of blood to get to Papa. I wince when I see Tony’s lifeless body at Papa’s feet. Tony knew me all of my life, but he was Papa’s main man.

Kneeling in front of Papa, I let my hands rest on his knees. “You told me he killed Mama. I’m sorry. I couldn’t do it. I can’t do that to Wolf, or—to me. I love him, Papa. I’ve loved him since the day you brought him home.”

Papa whacks my hands off his knees and I fall to the ground near Tony. Shock grips me around my bleeding neck as Wicked launches forward, grabbing Papa from around the throat. “Probably should stop doing shit to piss me off, old man.”

“Wicked!” I scream so loud my vocal cords tear from my throat. “Put him down!” I spin around to see Mikhail and the Bratva watching carefully. “Leave this. It’s family business.”

“Clearly,” Mik murmurs, leaning against one of the tables tucked in the corner. “Tell me, Wicked, why haven’t you told her about Skully?”

“Shut the fuck up,” he growls over his shoulder.

Mik chuckles, wagging his finger. “You and I both know she should know about that.”

“Know what?” I push myself up from the ground and grab Wicked from the shirt, tugging him back. He doesn’t move. It’s like shifting a brick wall.