Sell His Soul

[Massimo’s POV]

“Wait!” I gasp, feeling like a fucking idiot for even begging. “What I promised you was that Obsidian River would join hands with you?”

Growing quiet, I wait as the sound of Giovani moving around on the other end fills the silence.

“How can a banished member of that pack do such a thing?” He finally asks, going straight for the gut. “You no longer have your power, boy; don’t waste my time with empty promises.”

“Do you really think I’m incapable of taking my position back?” I demand, trying to ignore the offense I feel. Did this bastard truly think I was that weak?

“Are you saying you’re willing to kill your father?”

If it meant saving Tatiana, I was willing to do anything. Anyway, he was more than willing to kill me and intended to do so.

This was how our world went; only the strongest survived, and it was kill or be killed. My father made his choice, as did I. Our familial attachments were no longer in place, and if I had to take him out to claim my place in Obsidian