Nico POV
It's been four days since all hell broke loose in what Lila called the dining hall of horrors. Four days since she lost her father. Four days since I killed my mother.
Four days since the war started.
I was standing by the window of a bedroom in Uncle Lucas house. We've been taking up residence in his house since Damon, the smug son of a bitch, claimed the Moretti mansion, as well as half of the associates.
Lucky for me, I had Uncle Lucas support, which also meant I had the support of his associates. I needed all the support I could get if I wanted to win this war against Damon a war between brothers.
He blamed me for killing our mother, and rightfully so. I blamed myself. But when it came to choosing between two lives with only a split second to make a decision, there was no question in my mind. There was not a chance in hell that I would have let my mother hurt Lila no one will ever hurt Lila…except me. She was mine, and I would protect her by any means necessary.
