Reparation of Sin: A Sovereign Sons Novel by Zavarelli, A. (a book to read .txt) 📕

a crawl. The thumping beat of my heart is dimming, fading.

I need her.

"Antonia says the girl is awake," Marco glances at his phone briefly to read the information from his texts. "She's still not talking."

I stare out the passenger window, watching the buildings as we pass. The gloomy fog around us is as heavy as my mood. Where the fuck could she be?

I've tried not to think about the haunting words Mercedes left me with. Abel's intentions for the baby inside Ivy. But the images come back, again and again, violent and excruciating. Is it too late? Has he destroyed the only good thing we have left?

Coldness seeps into my chest, icing over the warring emotions I don't know how to deal with. There is one option left. The one option I didn't want to consider. It would make me a truly weak man to walk into Eli Moreno's room and beg him for his help.

But what choice do I have?

I close my eyes briefly, prioritizing my thoughts. Revenge has always been of the foremost importance in my life. Six months ago, I wanted every Moreno to suffer. I wanted Eli and Abel and even Ivy dead. But Judge was right. Somewhere along the line, things have changed.

I'll never let her go, even if she condemns me to her hatred for an eternity. I understand that now. Because the loss of her for even these few hours has strained me beyond comprehension. I can't think. I can't eat. I can't even breathe without the pain reminding me of one simple truth.

She should be here beside me.

"Take me back to the hospital."

Marco glances at me. "The hospital?"

"Yes," I grit out. "I'm going to see Eli."

39 Santiago

Eli glances up at me from his wheelchair, his eyes widening in surprise and then narrowing slightly. He looks different than I remember. More like a frail old man and less like the capable figure who mentored me. The man I spent countless hours with. He offered me guidance, praise, things I was not accustomed to. He told me he was in awe of my mind, and I allowed myself to believe him. Now, I can hardly stand to look at him.

"Santiago," he rasps.

The nurse holds up a cup of water for him, giving him a drink from the straw. I watch him struggle with the basic task, and it makes me uncomfortable in a way I did not expect. They told me he was recovering, regaining his strength every day. But if this is progress, I can't imagine how far he still has to go.

It would be so easy to kill him now. It would require little effort at all to wrap my hands around his throat and squeeze while I demand the answers I seek. It would undoubtedly do the job, but it would bring me no pleasure. Not right now.

"Leave us," I tell the nurse.

She nods and leaves the room, shutting the door and sealing Eli into the room with his worst enemy.

"They tell me you control everything regarding my care." He sputters the words out through broken gasps. "That is why my family has not been to see me."

"Your family doesn't care," I answer him coldly.

He stares at me, blank. His face that of someone who is on their death bed, and I suppose in many ways, he still is.

"It hurts me to see you this way, son," he says. "Your heart has become so dark."

"I am not your son," I snarl. "I am a De La Rosa, and you aren't even worth the oxygen in this room."

A pained expression flashes in his eyes, or at least, that's what he'd like me to believe. I can't deny that Eli knows my weaknesses because he exploited them at every turn, pretending to be a friend. A father figure. But I won't be fooled again.

"The nurses tell me you married my daughter," he says quietly. "Is she... safe?"

I choke down the response I've waited years to give him. The plans I had made to destroy him. I had intended to tell him in detail of Ivy's suffering. Now I can't even consider it.

"She's the reason I'm here." I pace along the wall, trying to keep my calm. "I need to know where Abel would take her to hide her."

Eli doesn't reply, and when I glance at him, he appears confused. "If he took her into hiding, I'm sure he had his reasons."

"I'm not here to entertain your noble father act," I bite out. "It's too late for that now. You have failed your own family miserably. That much is obvious. But you have a chance to protect your daughter now. Tell me what I want to know so I can retrieve her before any real harm comes to her."

His eyes shine with emotion as he shakes his head. "I don't know where Abel would take her."

"I could choke the life out of you right now, and nobody would stop me." I stare through him. "Is that what you want?"

"Would that bring you peace?" he asks, catching me off guard.

My eyes move over his hunched frame as I shake my head in disgust.

"Tell. Me. Where. She. Is."

"I don't know, Santiago." His voice breaks. "I honestly don't know. Take me with you. We can find her together."

I slam my fist into the wall in frustration, howling like a madman. And then slowly, I pull myself together, turning back to face the man I despise more than anything.

"I'll drag Hazel out of hiding. I'll bring her before The Tribunal to pay for her desertion. What have you to say now?"

"You won't." His eyes are soft and too calm when they meet mine. "I know you won't, Santiago. Because you are better than that."

"You know nothing about me. You never did."

"I know what I can see before me," he replies. "A broken man whose anger has controlled his life for far too long. You have so much anger inside you, it's poisoning you."

“That anger was a