One of the guys had his gun trained on me to shoot me, and his finger looked like it was about to squeeze the trigger. I got tired of looking at him, so I quickly reached into my back pocket,grabbed the pistol, and I fired it, shooting him in the head before I aimed it at the next guy, the knife still in Carl’s throat.
Carl couldn’t get away from me, even if I held him with a single hand.
The guy immediately lowered his gun so I wouldn’t shoot him.
I returned my gun to the back of my jeans and threw Carl on the ground. “You’re in charge now, kid.” I stood over Carl from behind and put the knife right to his throat. “Tell all your men what you said to me. Think of it as a learning exercise. I’m the teacher and you’re the student, and I’m about to teach you a valuable lesson.” I shoved the knife partially into his throat, drawing blood but not enough to kill him.
That got him talking. “I—I said Frankie?—”
“Donna Mancini.”
“Donna Mancini…is a cunt.”
I slid the knife right into his throat and twisted it harshly, cutting through everything inside before I shoved him forward, and he smacked his head on the concrete from the force of the collision.
I stood over him and pulled out my pistol again, firing all my bullets into the back of his head until it was a pile of mush. Then I turned back to the soldier who had been smart enough to lower his gun before. “Now grab the rest of Donna Mancini’s money, and I’ll be on my way.”
His eyes flicked to the other armed men, none of them making a move against my guys. No more guns were unloaded from the back of the truck.
I clicked my tongue and nodded toward the door that led to the office. “Make me ask again, and I’ll kill you all and just take the money. Would you prefer I do that instead?”
Once he heard that threat, he took off and headed into the office to get the rest of the cash.
I turned back to the loaders. “I’m glad we’re all on the same page. Now let’s finish the job.”
Francesca wore a black dress that stopped just above her knee. It wasn’t particularly tight and didn’t show much of her skin at all, but she wore it with such confidence she still looked like the hottest piece of ass I’d ever seen. She carried herself in heels like they were tennis shoes, and her spine was so straight it was like a plank of wood.
I walked slightly behind her as I escorted her into the restaurant where she was supposed to meet Fausto, a new dealer from Naples. The restaurant was packed with people, but we were given a private room away from civilians so they could actually enjoy their dinner.
Fausto and his cronies were already there, and the second Francesca entered the room, he couldn’t help but eye-fuck her.
I didn’t get mad about it. Could I really blame the guy? A sexy woman who was also rich and drenched in power? Fuck, I wanted to come in my trousers just from being in the room with her.
I pulled out the chair for her then took a step back and leaned against the wall.
She took her seat but didn’t let her spine touch the back. If she was nervous, she didn’t show it, and she looked at Fausto across the table like he was an adversary. “I understand you’d like to make a deal, Fausto. I’ve laid out my terms. You can take them or leave them.” She spoke with a normal, level voice, didn’t try to produce power with an angry tone, spoke almost like an assistant, and it made her appear calm and powerful.
Fausto stared at her for a moment like he wasn’t sure what to make of her. “I’m sorry to hear about your father’s passing?—”
“Thank you for your rehearsed condolences, but I’m here to make money. Why are you here?”
Fuck, she was so hot.
Fausto clearly didn’t expect to negotiate with a boss bitch tonight. “Very well. I heard from your other customers they’re getting a much lower price than what you’re offering me today.”
They hadn’t even ordered a glass of wine, and they were already getting into the nitty-gritty. “And?”
Don’t smile. Don’t smile. Don’t fucking smile.
“And?” he asked in slight surprise. “Considering the volume of my business, I don’t think it’s fair?—”
“The concept of fairness can only exist with preconceived expectations and entitlement.” Despite her attitude, she continued to speak calmly. “Now, I’m not sure why you have either of those things, considering this is the first time we’ve ever spoken to each other. I owe you nothing, Fausto. These are my prices. If you don’t like them, you can get some toy guns from China.”
Daaaayyyuuummm.
Fausto couldn’t maintain his stoicism. There was a flash of anger in his eyes. “I know you’re new to the business, and negotiation may be unfamiliar to you?—”
“New to the business?” Now she did raise her voice. “I’ve been a part of this business since I was a child. My father left it to me because I have a bigger dick than my brother. I can lift my dress and show it to you, if you’d like.”
