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After I tell Aldo to get all our men over to the warehouse, I walk into the small office I use when I’m here and pour myself a shot of cognac from the liquor cabinet, downing it in one go.
The shot did nothing to cool me down because the anger is still raging inside me like an inferno. Without thinking, I throw the glass against the wall, and it shatters on impact.
I need to pound someone’s face in, and waiting for my men to get here feels like it’s taking an eternity. Plus, the silence in the room is too deafening.
Just then, there’s a knock on my door before it opens to reveal my hacker and second-in-command standing there. I nod my head, and Xander and Aldo step into the room, both of them looking at the shattered glass on the floor.
“Our men are all here and awaiting further instructions,” Aldo says and I nod.
“I’ll address them in a few when we know more. Let’s see what Xander has for us first.”
I know things are fucking serious when neither one of these two gives me shit for losing my mostly controlled temper.
“Right. Our three SUVs were found on the side of the road. The two with our guards were crushed, but the one that she wasin… it looks like it was rear-ended a few times, and someone also slammed into the side…”
“Jesus,” I mutter. “Do we have any footage yet?”
“Give me a sec, let me just hack it… Okay, got it,” Xander says, turning his computer for us to watch the CCTV footage.
“Fuck!” I mutter out a curse as I watch five vehicles ambush them. The front one is taken out first before they go for the one at the back.
I see Bruno swerve to avoid getting hit, but it’s no use, as a moment later, just like Xander said, one of the enemy’s vehicles slams into the rear of the one my wife is in. I also see them hit the side, too.
Her SUV comes to a stop, and I watch as the men get out of theirs and surround hers, while two of them lift their rifles and begin shooting at her vehicle.
My heart feels like it’s about to beat out of my chest, and emotions clog my throat as I watch what’s happening on the screen. Hoping and praying to God that she wasn’t hit.
My hands are shaking as the anxiety tries to take over. My heart doesn’t slow its super-fast rhythm until I see one of them dragging her out of the SUV—alive.
She’s kicking and screaming, and it looks like she’s yelling at the guy. She’s still alive! That’s the main thing.I’m going to find you, baby, don’t worry, I think to myself.
Oh baby. What the fuck are they doing to you? I let out a gasp, filled with fury as I watch her try to run…Fuck, baby! You shouldn’t be running at almost nine months pregnant.
But that’s not what's building the fury inside me. No, it’s the fact that the asshole who pulled her out of the vehicle is the one who slammed his fist in her head. I can tell that it dazed her.
“Fuck!” I bellow into the room. “You better tell me you’ve got something else!”
“Way ahead of you, boss,” Xander says. “I just got back facial recognition on the men.”
Thank God for Xander and all the shit he’s been creating on his computer. Because of everything he’s done for us, it’s been a huge help to our operation, and that’s why we’ve been so successful.
He created a facial recognition software that can identify anyone in the underworld. Whether you’re from the Mafia, Bratva, cartel, or wherever the fuck, once you’re in the life, his software knows who you are. The shit’s better than anything the FBI’s got, and I’m glad the little shit is working for me instead of anyone else.
For a moment, I don’t say anything because I can’t. All I can think about is killing every single one of those men who dared to go after my wife. My hand is braced against the desk, and I take a deep breath in, reigning in the rage because it’s not time to unleash my wrath, yet. Once I’m calm, that’s when I finally ask.
“Who?”
“My facial recognition program says it’s Salvatore and Bernardo’s men…” he says, trailing off.
Their names land heavily in the silence between the three of us. I let out a deep exhale, calming myself because right now I want to cause nothing but mayhem and destruction.
Something inside me snaps into place as the air shifts into something deadly when his words really penetrate. This is what I was born to do. I’m a killing machine that won’t stop until my enemies are destroyed.
“I’m going to make the two of them wish they never took my wife,” I say, my voice cold and detached, my mind already in assassin mode.
This is all going to end in bloodshed, and I’m confident with certainty that the heads of the Bellucci and Rossi families are going to be dead, along with anyone else who stands in my way.
