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Chapter 33
Hollis
“Can I call you Donnie?”
I smack Nash in the chest, holding my fist up in front of his face to threaten him. His dopey smile tells me he won’t even consider growing up to take care of such a dangerous matter. The man will quite possibly get us all killed.
“Not if you want to live,” the man grumbles, his mic going scratchy as if the thing bumps his cheek when he talks. “Can we get this shit done?”
“Now’s a good a time as any to fucking die,” Nash mutters, his normal happy-go-lucky demeanor suddenly gone. He looks over at me, covering the tiny microphone near his mouth with his right hand. “I still think he’s fucking setting us up with his I’ll take the back bullshit.”
I clench my jaw.
“You can fucking walk away right now, and it wouldn’t make any fucking difference to me,” Donavan growls into the mic.
Nash looks shocked as if he can’t believe the extremely expensive headsets would still work if he covered the little microphone.
“I was umm… just kidding?” Nash laughs, the sound more fake than anything I’ve ever heard.
We’re all going to fucking die tonight. I’m certain of it, especially with these two bickering like old men around the early morning meetup at the local coffee shop.
I’m considering taking his advice and just walking away before I hear Donavan once again.
“I’m thirty seconds from the back guard station. You guys better hurry the fuck up if you’re coming.”
Another round of static and then silence.
“Donavan?” I hiss.
Nash shakes his head. “He pulled his headset off. I bet this is a fucking setup.”
I clench my jaw in irritation but shake my head. I don’t know the man well, but he needs vengeance as much as I need to protect Madelene. I may not be able to stop the Severino family from catching her eventually, but I hope I can slow them down, giving them something else to focus on for a while, like burying their dead after tonight.
“I hope I’m fucking wrong,” Nash says as we slowly make our way to the front guard station.
Before I can lift my weapon, Nash puts a single bullet in each guard’s forehead, proving that he’s more skilled than I ever imagined. It proves that his goofy, carefree attitude doesn’t carry over into his work.
I don’t have time to commend him for his accuracy as we approach the front door.
“Fuck,” Nash whispers, his voice louder in my ear due to the mic.
Donavan was coming in through the back, but it’s clear he’s already made it through the house and up the stairs.
“What the he—”
Nash drops the man before he can finish his question and fully enter the room.
“Really?” I growl, looking over at the older man that was once carrying a tray with a glass on it.
“We said kill them all,” Nash grumbles as we approach the man, blood pooling around his head from the bullet Nash put in it.
“An old man?” I hiss, trying to keep my voice down.
Nash, using the tip of his foot, kicks the man’s jacket open.
“We said everyone,” he snaps, pointing at the gun tucked into the man’s slacks.
A door creaking upstairs has us on the move again.
We check the house, and I grow increasingly annoyed with the locked doors around this place. We can’t exactly kick them in. It would draw too much attention to us.
Nash gives me weird-as-fuck hand signals like I speak fucking commando before pointing to a slightly ajar door. I just wave him on. He’s been a badass so far, might as well let him take point. Heaven forbid a child walks out of one of the rooms.
He frowns as he enters the room. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
I take a step further, looking into the room.
“Jesus, Donavan is getting to have all the fun,” Nash complains as we both look at the man leaned back in a leather office chair.
“He’s going to get to Alessio before we even locate them.”
Nash points at Lucian Severino, his eyes open, unseeing, with his head pointed to the ceiling.
“I’m going to be pissed if all I get to kill are a couple guards and the strapped fucking butler.”
I wave him on, knowing we’re heading upstairs next, unsure if we’ll find anything. Donavan taking his headset off is complicating the shit out of things. I had plans for how I wanted all of this to go, and the kingpin, the leader of the most dangerous part of the Italian Mafia, being shot in the head without being tortured, without hearing him beg for mercy, wasn’t a part of it at all.
I’m annoyed, irritated so much my skin itches, as Nash and I climb the stairs. I know better than to think everyone we will encounter has already been killed, but we haven’t heard any gunfire. The Severino men probably wouldn’t have silencers on their weapons like we do, and we’ve yet to hear a single round pop off.
