Elira's POV

“Keep your friends close, your enemies closer.”

Those were Marco's warnings, always stated into my ear several times. But now I was at a loss because I didn't know who my enemy was.

My gaze flickered across the two men, Aiden lying unconscious on the floor, in his own pool of blood and Nico, standing, posture straightened, ready to take my orders.

“Should I get this done with?” He cocked his gun but looked to me for the final order.

I hesitated, heart hammering. If I was really the Don and I spared a man that killed my father, the man that tortured me, there had to be...