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Bailey didn’t hesitate to reach out and grab iron.
“Noemi,” I answered his question. “Noemi Petrafuso. You know her. She’s Willis’ sister. The woman whose life you threatened.”
“I don’t know her,” he denied.
“No, of course you don’t. But you have no problem threatening the life of a woman you’ve never met just to get Senator Petrafuso to step out of the running for that job you wanted. What’s the position? Director of the C.I.A.?”
He pulled his phone out again, and I lost my temper. “They’re not coming to help you,” I bit out as I kicked the phone out of his hand.
He waved the tire iron at me. “You don’t know who you’re fucking with me.”
“That’s where you’re wrong,” I unbuttoned the top two buttons of my shirt. “I know all about you and your past. I know the dirty secrets you want to keep hidden. And I know that you’ve been blackmailing Senator Petrafuso. The thing is, you would have gotten away with all of that if you hadn’t brought Noemi into the picture.”
“You’re not going to get away with this. You’re not even going to get out of here alive. I’m a four-star general, you son-of-a-bitch. I have people—”
“Sure, you do. But so, do I,” I said. Reaching into the waistband at my back, I pulled out the small gun I had hidden there. “And right now, they’re dealing with the assholes you have outside. I’m guessing we don’t have to worry about taking them out. I mean, it’s not like you’re running around with a government entourage. Those men aren’t the kind you should get caught with. I know. I checked.”
He paled, holding the tire iron up defensively. “I’m going to ask you one last time. Who the fuck are you? Besides a dead man.”
I nodded as I leveled the gun at him. “So are you. And my name is Dante Calegari. Now put the tire iron down.”
“No. You want to fight this out, put the gun down and fight me like a man.”
“Fair enough.” I set the gun on top of the car. “I’ll even let you keep the tire iron.”
I didn’t wait for an answer. Did I fight fair? Fuck, no. He didn’t deserve fair. There was no honor among thieves here. I kicked his hand, knocking the tire iron to the ground. He grabbed his hand and howled.
“You’re making this too easy, George,” I said as I circled him again. “Why is that? After all, you’re a military man. But you’ve gotten fat and lazy in your prestige. I expected more of a fight than this.”
I narrowed my eyes then smiled. “You think the cavalry’s coming, don’t you? No one’s coming, George. You see, Delacroix, the man you think is waiting out there to help you? He’s not on your side at all. How do you think we put it all together to begin with? He turned on you. He’s been ratting on you. Telling the good senator everything he knows. You’re in this alone, my friend.”
“I’m gonna kill you,” he yelled, finally showing his balls and lunging at me. He hit the side of the Charger, knocking the gun onto the floor. Laughing, he started to grab it but I kicked it away.
“I’m getting tired of our game, George. I only kept playing as long as I did because I wanted you to know why you were here. I wanted you to know why you were going to die.”
George doubled over, grabbing for the gun. I let him grab at it, not surprised when he stood up with it, laughing with his cocky confidence.
“I don’t know who you are, Dante Calegari, but you’re not very good at this.”
“I guess not. Go ahead. Take your shot,” I said, taking a step back. I didn’t want the blood splattering my shirt.
“Now who’s making this too easy?” He raised the gun with a nasty grin on his face.
It was the last thing he did. The bullet went into his chest from behind, staining his blue shirt. He clutched his chest and turned around.
Gabriel walked down the steps of the small loft above the shop. Shakily, George waved the gun at him. He fired, but he missed as he fell to the floor. I walked up to him and kicked the gun from his hand.
“Get out of here,” Gabriel said to me. “My guys are cleaning up the mess outside. There’s a car waiting for you.”
He stood over Bailey with the gun pointed at his head.
“Willis?” I asked as I unrolled my sleeves.
“Long gone. Left before even one man went down. This chop shop doesn’t have any cameras. No one will ever know he was here.”
“Delacroix?”
“We still can’t find that bastard. But don’t worry. I’ll take care of it.”
