Chapter 74: Ashes and Midnight

Marco

They pull up at the entrance of an old cemetery, the car coming to a halt as I feel this strange nervousness. Stepping out, I'm met by the guard, whose eyes haven’t pardoned a minute away from from me.

"Over there, pal. The party's almost over," he sneers, thrusting the jar of my brother's ashes into my hands.

My gaze sweeps over the small group ahead. Not one familiar face and I can't help but ask, "Where's my sister?"

"What, you think we take orders from you now?" the man behind me retorts, delivering a sharp kick to my healing leg. I grit my teeth against the pain, limping forward. I’ve to cage my anger and come up with a plan to take down all these bitches one by one.

Among them stands the familiar figure of the pope from the chapel. Two other men in dark coats stands adjacent to him with shaded glasses. I know their presence there is anything but for a good purpose.

"What's the point of a burial if my only family isn't here?" I question, turning back to the guards who brough