“Yes,” he smiled. “You’re going to marry me.”
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
“Where is your boss?” asked Vasily.
“I’m not sure,” said Al. “He was at the club earlier with some of the boys and they haven’t returned yet.”
“Fine. Where is my girl?” Al stared at the man and swallowed, shaking his head.
“I’m not sure about that either. She was at the club but the bartenders said she left with some guys yesterday. I’m trying to get them to answer the damn phones so I can…” His voiced was cut off by a wicked hold around his throat, squeezing the life from him.
“I don’t care about the phones. Get my girl and your boss. Now.” Al could only nod. Vasily was not a man to screw with. He’d rather cut out your eyeballs and eat them in front of you than put up with incompetence.
He shoved Al to the floor as he coughed, gasping for air to come into his body once again. Gino walked into the room, seeing Al on the floor and swallowed.
“Well?” asked Vasily.
“The boss is dead. A couple of guys killed him and the bodyguards. The bartender said it was the new guy that shot the boss.”
“The blonde kid?” frowned Al. He nodded. “Fucking plant! I knew he was too clean.”
“Who is this blonde kid?” asked Vasily.
“We don’t know,” said Al. “He went by the name RJ but never said a full name. He did a favor for the boss and he welcomed him into the team. I never trusted him.”
“Your boss should have listened to you. Do you have cameras here? In the house?” They nodded at the man. “Show me this man.”
After twenty minutes of trying to find a clip of the mysterious blonde man, Vasily stopped the footage and stared, leaning back in his chair.
“I’ve dealt with this man before. Twenty years ago.”
“It can’t be him. He’s very young,” said Al.
“Then his father or grandfather. I would recognize that face anywhere. And the hair, the light eyes. He was what? Six-feet-six?” Again the men nodded at him. “You didn’t just have a mole, you had a man who is with the most dangerous group of operatives America has ever produced.”
“An operative? Like a spy?” asked Tony.
“Maybe. More than likely a SEAL. That’s what his grandfather and father were.” Vasily stared at the screen, his brows furrowed, deep in thought. “Show me the girl again.”
Another twenty minutes of searching and they pulled up the photo of Marissa.
“Damn,” muttered Tony. “They look almost exactly alike.”
“They are related. I don’t know how but they are related. This just became more complicated. I need what she has in her brain but I do not want to fuck with these men. I need them out of my business.”
Vasily stood, walking around the massive office space. He stared out the window at the falling snow and then turned back to the men.
“It seems you are without a leader and I am in need of extra men.”
“The family will take us in,” said Al not wanting to work for the Russian.
“The family is no longer in charge,” smirked Vasily. “I am. There is no one left of the Giamanco family. I’m afraid it was a necessary change that needed to happen. I am the new head of this family. You can choose to follow me and obey. Or, you may choose to leave. This is a one-time offer. If you choose to not follow me in the future, you will not leave here on your own feet.”
Al stared at the other men and nodded. They followed suit.
“I’ll stay,” said Al, “but I want that fucking blonde kid.” Vasily only laughed, shaking his head.
“You will never get close enough to touch that kid and even if you did, you would be signing your death warrant to get to him.”
