Blood and Secrets 5: Mateo: The Calvetti Crime Familia, #5

By Rose Harper

We were never supposed to fall in love.

It should have only been about connections, convenience, strength, power.
But it turned into so much more, and now we risk losing it all.

However, if they think we're going to lie down and take it, they have another thing coming.

We are Calvetti's—The royalty of New York City.
I refuse to lose her.
Just like she refuses to lose me.

If they think they can defeat us, then it's time to make them all bleed.

Because we're dangerous. Calculated. Bloodthirsty.
The perfect motherfucking trifecta of crazy.
And they did the one thing you don't do to merciless people like us …

They lied, and now it's time to make them pay for their sins.

• Language: English
• Publisher: L.M. Roberts
• Release date: Feb 17, 2019
• ISBN: 9781540125040

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CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 4

CHAPTER 5

CHAPTER 6

CHAPTER 7

CHAPTER 8

CHAPTER 9

CHAPTER 10

CHAPTER 11

CHAPTER 12

CHAPTER 13

CHAPTER 14

EPILOGUE

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Cover Art by Mae’s Wicked Grafix

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SYNOPSIS

We were never supposed to fall in love.

It should have only been about connections, convenience, strength, power.

But it turned into so much more, and now we risk losing it all.

However, if they think we’re going to lie down and take it, they have another thing coming.

We are Calvetti’s—The royalty of New York City.

I refuse to lose her.

Just like she refuses to lose me.

If they think they can defeat us, then it’s time to make them all bleed.

Because we’re dangerous. Calculated. Bloodthirsty.

The perfect motherfucking trifecta of crazy.

And they did the one thing you don’t do to merciless people like us ...

They lied, and now it’s time to make them pay for their sins.

Blood and Secrets:5

The Calvetti Crime Family

1

MATEO

Fury coats the inside of my chest like liquid fire, forcing my fingers to continue squeezing Camille’s throat. The only thing I can focus on is here ... now ... watching the life drain from her eyes for everything she’s put me through. Not even the closeness of having Carina standing just behind Camille is enough to pull me from the clutches of the murderous rage I feel toward the bitch standing in front of me.

I want to maim her. Make her feel what she’s forcing me to feel. Shove that goddamn distraction right back down her pretty little throat. Force her to choke on it and sit back and watch as she gasps for air that will never come. Because that’s all this is—that’s all it has to be. There’s no way what she said is real. No way my entire life has been nothing more than a well-fabricated lie.

Her actions nearly broke me, but if what she’s saying holds an ounce of truth—I will never be the same again.

Repeat that, I say, forcing her into Carina’s chest. The knife digs deeper into her back. Its mission of striking an organ with fatal consequence comes closer with each ounce of pressure I force on her.

Y-You, she wheezes with a cough. You. Are. My. Brother.

A deafening ring starts sounding in my ears as my blood pressure shoots sky high. I can feel the crimson flourish of blood rush to the surface of my face, heating it. She’s provoking me. Trying to fill my head full of her lies and deceit. Well, I’ve had enough. No more Mr. Nice Guy. No more trying to be someone I’m clearly not.

Squeezing, I feel her neck pop under my grip. A hand on my wrist doesn’t stop me from squeezing harder and harder, watching her face turn from a blistering shade of red to a deep purple. Her lips turn blue. Her nails claw at my forearms, their force no stronger than a toddler’s.

I’m going to watch the life drain from her eyes. I don’t give a fuck if it damns my soul to hell in the process. She’ll learn to toss out those lies, and she’ll learn by meeting her maker.

S-Stop, she begs, no voice reaching my ears from lack of oxygen.

But I’ll never stop. I was just fine when Carina showed up. Yes, I had things planned for Camille—torture that would take place over days, weeks, and months. But with my woman near me, I felt the first cleansing breath enter my riddled body since before this entire debacle started. The bloodlust eased. The need to watch Camille’s face contort at the tip of my knife lessened.

All of my emotions were in check—until she said those words. That’s when it all blew to hell and what little sanity I was clinging onto disappeared. I can’t stop the raging beast inside of me from taking her life. I want this kill to be up close and personal, to show her and everyone else I won’t stand for such lies and treachery. Keeping me in the basement is one thing, because hell, at least she told me the truth from the get-go. But now? Her lie is going to be the reason she doesn’t leave this house alive.

Mateo, baby, she may have information we need from her. You have to let go. Carina’s voice enters my ears, but it only fuels my anger. The Reap telling me to allow a kill to go free? My kill—even for information that she could have? That’s utterly insane.

Turning my narrowed eyes toward hers, I stare daggers down at the woman I love more than anything in this world. But right now, I can’t even stand the sight of her for what she just said. It’s like she doesn’t even know me when we both know there’s nothing further from the truth.

You’re either with me or against me—take your pick, I sneer, feeling Camille sagging in my grip.

I’ll admit, seeing Carina caused the anger and need for revenge to lower from a deafening roar to a dull squeal inside me. It triggered my demons to go from clawing at the inside of my skull, to lying around leisurely—as if the balm of their damned soul was within reach and they were getting high off the proximity. But now? My body feels like it was duped, and the raging emotions are back once more.

So, to have her say I should let Camille go instead of finishing her—especially after what that bitch just said—infuriates me to no end.

You shouldn’t even have to ask, she fumes, mirroring my glare. Anger dances in her mesmerizing hazel eyes, but I don’t care. She can get as mad as she wants; it’s not going to make a difference. My sanity has barely been stitched together since the moment Camille made me get into that car. It’s been waiting for the one moment to make her feel exactly as I have. And with her revelation, my restraint shattered. My understanding and complete lack of bloodlust nearly caused my early demise.

Well, I’m fucking done. People want me to be the person I truly am? They’re about to get more than they ever bargained for.

Didn’t think I had to, but the way you’re acting kinda forces my hand, I retort. Now, are we going to have problems, or are you going to shut the fuck up? I love you, Carina—God knows I do—but I was right when I said you need to learn your place. Now, step in line, or so help me, I’ll bend you over my knee and remind you just who is in charge around here. Do you understand?

I see movement at the front door, but Carina jerks her arm up in a universal sign to back down. I smirk. It seems my queen came into her own in my absence. Perfect. But that still leaves the argument if she’s going to bow out of this dominance ploy between the two of us, or if she’s going to buck up against me. I ready myself for the latter.

She stays quiet for