Page 7 of His Cursed Heart

My father. Seth Moretti.

“You’ve been staring at that hole for ten minutes. Are you alright?” He is the same height as me, so I looked straight into his eyes.

“She didn’t deserve this.”

“No, she didn’t.” My father was never found of Keres. Said that she is not the woman for me, but he still supported me in the decision of marring her.

‘She’s too soft. Too breakable. You need someone who will fight right next to you.’

But that didn’t stop me from proposing to her.

The moment I saw her blue eyes four years ago, I knew I had to marry her.

And I almost did.

“We need to talk privately.” I see my dad walking toward the church and I follow without a word.

I walk past my mother, who tried to read my face the whole day. She thinks I need to be consoled because my fiancé’s dead.

But no, I need to revenge her.

I enter the church, but I stop after the first steps because for the first time since I met the Capo of the Italian soil, his face shows sorrow.

“Sir.” I extend my hand toward him.

The look he sends me would’ve made anyone else to

piss their pants. He looks at me like he wants to kill me here, in the church. And I don’t blame him.

“What did you promise to my other daughter?” He hisses, and I narrow my eyes.

I clench my jaw and I withdrew my hand.

“If you are assuming that I killed your daughter, think again.” I growl at him. He has some nerves if he comes to my territory and almost threaten me.

“Maybe you didn’t, imbecille, but one of your enemies killed my fucking daughter!” Hanibal yells and I swear I see tears in his eyes.

I bet that if Althea was in Keres’s place, he would’ve thrown a party.

“My enemies? Like you don’t have any.” We start getting dangerously close.

“You need to stop right the fuck now.” My father broke us apart. “You are not doing this at Keres’s funeral.”

Hanibal Luciano is gonna be the bane of my existence. I just feel it and I will gladly kill him.

“Why did you wanted to meet here, Hanibal? To blame us for something we didn’t do?” My father asks him angry.

“We need to talk about the wedding. I’m here to make sure our arrangement is going smooth.” I freeze at his words.

What the fuck is he talking about?

“What wedding?” I ask my father, but he doesn’t even look at me.

“Oh, you didn’t tell him. Fantastic, means I can share the happy news.” Hanibal chuckles. “To maintain the peace in our families, me and your father decided to still have the wedding.”

“Between who?” But I have a feeling that I know

exactly between who. “Between who, father?”