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He smirks and looks me over with disdain. Pulling out his phone he taps the screen and holds out an image to me. White blond hair captures my attention straight away.
Fuck!
No.
No…
Noooo. It can’t be. It’s not true.
It can’t be her.
My Mia?
The blood drains from my body and into the ether when I get a closer look and confirm it’s Mia.
I’m such an idiot. Why else would he show me if it wasn’t her?
They have my girl. My Mia and she’s battered and bruised.
She’s chained to a post and sitting on the floor.
Her face is black and blue, blood is all over the white cardigan I bought her yesterday when we decided to go out after that talk of ours. That’s all she’s wearing and her panties. Blood covers her legs too.
What did they do to her?
They have my girl.
My angel.
I swallow hard and ball my fists at my sides, trying to keep it all in.
My gaze flicks back up to him. He’s smiling and the backs of my eyes sting with wrath and tears.
They have my girl.
Joey gets closer, right up in my face, well past my personal space. “Nickoli Giordano, you lost one friend today.” His voice is so cool and calm. The declaration of Tommy’s death is to highlight that we’re being watched. “I think this girl will show you how serious I am. Very beautiful. If you cross me, I’ll make sure I pass her around to all the boys and when we’re done I’ll send you her head in a box. That’s just the start. I’ll come for your family next. Your mother, your weakling of a father, everybody. And your businesses. That little sex club you take such pride in will be no more…” he laughs and taps my shoulder. “Eight o’clock tonight. That’s when you’ll come to me. The girl for the arrangement. Come to the old factory.”
His gaze darkens then he walks away leaving me.
I stand there long after he goes through the door, just looking ahead of me , wide eyed and shitting myself.
I was a fool.
I came here to get my guns to go on the street. This just got above me. It became well above me.
Tommy is dead.
I can’t bring him back.
Mia though… my actions dictate what happens next to her.
I’m not a patient man, I hate relying on people, but worse of all I hate being taken for a fool.
So I do the only thing I can. The most sensible thing I can think of because I know this means war. It means war but I can’t fight a war by myself.
* * *
Half an hourlater sees me standing before my parents and Vincent.
