"Why did you do it?""I don't know what you're talking about!" Friar John kept up with the lie, which only infuriated Austin.Before his capos or handlers could stop him, he squeezed the trigger, the bullet whistling out of the chamber as loud as Friar John's howls when it ripped into his thigh, sending him crumpling to the floor.Martha, clearly not used to the violence and carnage, couldn't control the blood-curdling scream tearing through her lips."Shut the fuck up if you don't want to join him," Angelo warned her as he pushed her to the corner, where Nadia and her sons were huddled in terror."Now, let's do this again, shall we?" Austin said as he motioned at Arno and Benji to drag Friar John to the other free chair in the room.The whole time they carried him to the table, the third most powerful man in the Hawthorne family screamed like a little bitch as he clutched his thigh, and Austin was so tempted to finish him off then and there. But he still needed answers. And the consig
They all dispersed and returned to the barn after the Van Staden boys had finished burying Friar John. Austin, though, hung back at the burial site for a few minutes, staring morosely at the consigliere's grave, his heart splintering into a million little pieces when he realised the man would never have a headstone or even a homemade cross to mark his final resting place.Austin knew he was going to die someday. Maybe even sooner than he'd prefer. After all, nothing was as certain as death. But when it was his time, he hoped he'd have something a little fancier than an unmarked grave, and he prayed Marybeth would visit him from time to time and place flowers on his grave.The mere thought of his wife filled Austin with a yearning so intense he didn't realise he'd pulled out his phone and called her until he heard her groggy greeting, "Hello?""Were you sleeping?" he asked, stuffing his free hand in his pocket as he gazed at the crescent moon looming bright and proud in the night sky."
"We'll need funding," said Angelo. He'd clearly decided to join Austin on his new venture."We'll need a shit ton of funding!" he repeated, puffing hard on his cigarette."I'm working on it," Austin replied. "But in the meantime, I need you to assemble a crew of share traders. Get me the best in the business.""It will cost you," Angelo warned him."I know, and I'm prepared to give them my inheritance if necessary.""This is crazy!" said Tim as he began pacing. "This is insane. Uncle Lukas raised me. He took me in when I didn't have anyone."Austin had figured Tim would be much harder to convince than Angelo. Not only because they were blood relatives. But his cousin also felt profound gratitude towards Lukas for raising him like his own when his parents were killed. So going against the Hawthorne patriarch was the ultimate betrayal in Tim's eyes.Austin finished his cigarette and addressed his right-hand man, "I'm not asking you to come with me. But when I'm done with my father, there
"Thank God! Thank you, Jesus! You finally know the truth!" Anna was the first to unravel as she rushed from her seat and threw herself at Austin's feet, begging for mercy, to her husband's horror and disapproval."Anna! What the hell are you doing? Get up right this minute!" Willem bellowed at her, but she rounded on him with something Austin could only describe as resentment burning in her eyes."I warned you nothing stays hidden forever! We should have told him from the start when my baby asked for our help! If we'd listened to her, she'd be here today!" Anna ranted at Willem, tears trickling down her cheeks and vanishing into the creases of her wrinkly neck."We agreed—" Willem tried to split the blame evenly between them, but it was clear Anna was exhausted. Not just from the lies but also from the weight of their secret and all the guilt-tripping he'd put her through."I didn't agree to anything! It was you and Lukas!" she screamed, not holding back as she took her husband down me
'Devastated' didn't even begin to describe Willem's demeanour as he sat there, processing Austin's announcement. Every emotion under the sun flitted across his face until he finally crumpled in defeat.He held his head in his hands, silently denying what he'd perhaps long suspected but refused to acknowledge, "No! Not Jaco!""Yes, your golden-haired boy may have had a hand in your daughter's death," Austin said, unable to bring himself to feel sorry for the man. "Like you, I didn't want to believe it at first. I mean, they were cousins. But after reading Iris' journal and learning how deep their hatred ran… I've got to admit, where I'm sitting, Jaco's looking good for the job."Still in denial, Willem rose from his seat and paced the length of his den, growling at Austin, "Are you out of your mind? Jaco is family. He loved Iris. He was devastated when she died. He grieved for her!""Did he? Did he really grieve for her?" Austin murmured, steepling his fingers."Of course he did! He eve
Halfway through the flight, Anna, sitting directly behind Austin, nudged him awake."What is it, Anna?" he growled, annoyed that she'd interrupted his nap."I called around, but all the hotels in Pelican Surf are fully booked because of some conference or event. I can't remember what the booking clerks said—""Get to the point!" Austin said, pinching his nose."I was wondering, would it be possible to stay with you tonight?"Austin turned around, sorely tempted to tell her to make other plans. But as much as he despised her, she was still Orlando's grandmother, and he wasn't a heartless son of a bitch. Not all the time, at least. So he agreed to let her crash at his place, to the surprise of his capos and handlers."You can stay for as long as you want," he told her, settling back in his seat again.Thankfully, the rest of the flight passed by in silence. The ride to the penthouse, too, was just as quiet. They didn't have much to discuss outside their bond, born from their shared grief
Marybeth spent a few minutes under the shower with Austin before quickly rinsing off, explaining she'd already taken a bath earlier and didn't want to turn into a prune. "There's no such thing!" Austin laughed as he lathered his hair with shampoo and watched her towel off in front of the mirror. "Yes, there is!" Marybeth insisted, mischief sparkling in her eyes as she stared back at him. "Studies have shown that if you take too many baths in one day, you'll turn into a prune. I'm a teacher, remember?" "If you say so, žena!" Austin smiled, dunking his head under the jet sprays. Marybeth stood there for a minute, maybe two, watching him scrub himself clean, feeling grateful he'd made it home safe and sound. After Elijah, marriage wasn't something she'd thought about often. But now that she was married to Austin, all she wanted was to hold on to him for as long as possible. With his line of work, she didn't know how many years they had to look forward to, so every night with him home
Marybeth was still wide awake when Austin came to bed two hours later.She lay there for some time, listening to him toss and turn until he finally reached for her and held her tight."I know you're not sleeping," he whispered in her hair. "About earlier. I'm sorry. I was harsh. But, Beth, I have too much on my plate right now to worry about your ex and his bullshit!"Marybeth ignored him. She was too tired to get into another fight with him. In exactly three hours, she'd have to get ready for work. "Beth," Austin tried again to engage her, but her hurt and anger were still too raw. He always carried on about wanting their marriage to be a partnership. But so far, it didn't feel like one. The power balance was tipped in his favour, and she was constantly compromising, accepting, and changing herself to fit into his world. When would he compromise? When would he change to fit into her world? Why was she the one constantly giving in?"You're right," Austin said, surprising Marybeth