His Merciless Redemption novel Chapter 126

Chapter 126

Donnie’s POV

The house felt too quiet after she left.

Not peaceful Not calm

Empty

I stood in the kitchen long after Isabella disappeared up the stairs, staring at the untouched mug she’d left behind. Tea, gone cold. Like the space between us,

I don’t like who I become when I’m with you.

The words scraped against my skull, over and over,

He clenched my jaw and turned away, forcing myself to breathe She was wrong. She wasn’t weak. She never had been. But she was holding the past like a weapon now, swinging it every time I tried to get close.

I wanted to scream that I hadn’t known. That I’d never meant to hurt her. That everything I’d done back then had been for survival, for control, for building something that wouldn’t collapse.

But excuses didn’t undo damage.

And tonight, I didn’t get to fix it. I knew for a fact that sleep wouldn’t come easily tonight. It hadn’t been ever since Isa put this invisble wall between us, one I hadn’t been able to scale just yet.

Quietly, I went upstairs to her room and slid the handwritten papers underneath the closed door like I did each night.

Some days, when I wasn’t in a hurry to get somewhere, I’d wait for the sound of her footsteps, the soft rustle of papers as she picked them up and then wait. Wait for her to open the door. Tell me she had forgiven me. Or to at least ask me something related to what I’d written for her. But it never happened.

Tonight, I didn’t want to find out if it would.

I turned and went to do the only thing I could to calm the storm inside of me.

I went to see Nico.

The facility I had shifted him to after his recovery was underground, stripped bare of anything resembling comfort. Concrete walls. Harsh lights. A single metal chair bolted to the floor.

Nico looked better.

That alone made my hands curl into fists.

He was upright now, bruises fading into yellowed skin, eyes sharper than they’d been days ago. Alive in a way I hadn’t expected or wanted.

Eduardo stood to the side, arms crossed, expression unreadable.

I looked at Eduardo, meeting his eyes. He gave me a subtle nod, indicating that he’d drugged Nico just right already.

We had been feeding him drugs in small doses, enough to make him lose lipped so he would talk. I knew he wouldn’t tell me everything, but if his inhibitions were lowered enough, he would tell me more than when he was completely sober.

“You look disappointed,” Nico rasped when I entered.

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I didn’t respond.

1 rolled up my sleeves instead.

“You talked a lot the other night,” I said calmly. “About the Vitelli”

Nico smirked. “You should thank me. Gave you a reason to keep me breathing.”

I grabbed a fistful of his hair and slammed his head back against the wall.

Hard.

“You’re alive because I want answers,” I said, my voice low. “Not because you earned them.”

Eduardo st

1. “Start talking.”

ing his teeth. “About what? You already know you’re compromised.”

new about the mole. But if he knew that, then I was almost positive he knew who it was, too. “How?”

dened. “That’s the funny part. You think it’s one person.”

ot?” Eduardo asked sharply.

Nico shook his head slowly. “Nah. It’s messier than that. Information doesn’t move in straight lines. It leaks.”

My chest tightened at his words. If he was telling the truth, then the problem ran much deeper than I’d anticipated. “From where?” I demanded.

“Schedules,” Nico said. “Timelines. When you move, not how.”

Eduardo swore under his breath.

Nico continued, voice rough but deliberate. “Your shipments, the Vitellis knew where they’d be. Rarely what was inside. Sometimes they were wrong. Sometimes la

That meant it was so

schedule, but not close enough to have all the details.

have one. What I have is a pattern.”

as I glared at him.

information when things get chaotic,” Nico said. “When you’re distracted. When you’re dealing with personal

Eduardo stiffened.

“Your woman back. Another woman crying in your bed.” Nico chuckled. “That’s when the tap opens.”

I struck him again.

Hadis time.

e unpredictable,” Nico coughed. “Vitellis don’t. They think you’re emotional now. That you’ll always choose

the smart move.”

uttered, “Bastards.”

Nico’s gaze sharpened. That’s why I touched her.”

I froze at that. It was obvious by her, he meant Isabella

“To see if you’d snap.” Nico continued. “And you did. Exactly like they said you would”

The room went deadly quiet.

“You’re wrong,” I said.

Nico smiled through blood. “Am I?”

Eduardo broke the silence. “Who’s feeding them?”

Nico leaned back, exhausted. “Whoever it is, they’re not loyal to the Vitellis. Or to you.

My eyes narrowed.

“They’re loyal to themselves.”

That was the moment something clicked into place in my brain like a light bulb going off. Nico’s words echoing in my brain loudly.

If what he had just carelessly admitted out loud was true, that meant that the mole wasn’t someone who was helping the Vitellis because he wanted to destroy me. This was someone who was simply doing what they thought would benefit them

more.

Being a mole was benefiting them more than working for me was

So, it was probably a made man who thought he made less money than what he deserved.

I had been targeting only new recruits until now. I should be targeting cocky, arrogant bastards who thought they were being underpaid.

I stared at Nico and gave me a cold smile. For a drugged up, loopy bastard, he had unknowingly given me some pretty good

information.

As we left the room, ready to discuss the new strategy, my phone buzzed in my pocket.

For half a second. I hoped.

But it wasn’t her.

I shut the screen off, jaw tight, resolve hardening.

I would fix this.

The mole. The Vitellis. The damage I’d done to Isabella.

Even if she didn’t believe me yet.

Even if it took everything I had left.

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