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The sound of loud banging on the door startles all three of us. The man turns in the direction of the door. A scowl is etched on his face. He releases the woman and my shirt and then stands tall.
The banging increases. Whoever is on the other side of the door is really angry and wants inside. This poor woman and I are screwed. Whether it's with the whacko who is currently in here with us or the lunatic outside the door, we will probably end up dead.
I grab the woman’s arm and urge her to follow me. We crawl to the side of the bed farthest from the door. If nothing else, at least this will put some distance between us and them, buying us some time. If we are lucky, a fight will break out and we can make a run for it.
“What do you want!” the man demands, unlocking the door.
He doesn’t get a chance to open the door himself. Whoever is on the other side, throws open the door. The man staggers back, crashing into the tv. Men in nice suits file into the room. The door closes behind the fifth one. All of their eyes are on the man. No one pays attention to the woman and I huddled in the corner behind the bed.
“We’ve been looking for you, Bosko,” a man says in a deep smooth voice. “We are here on behalf of The Godmother herself.”
The Godmother? What the hell have I gotten myself into? Out of the pot into the frying pan.
Chapter Four
Nico
“Godmother?” Bosko rolls his eyes. “She’s is no kuma. She’s just a bit–”
He doesn’t get a chance to finish his sentence. I punch him in the face. He staggers back but Tommy and Eddie grab Bosko, holding him upright.
“She is The Godmother. You will address her as such or not fucking speak,” I growl, narrowing my eyes in on him.
Bosko mutters several things in Polish. A few of them I understand. Others I don’t, nor do I give a shit. I’m simply here to pay a favor for Adrianna.
I hold the phone up and look at the screen. Adrianna looks unamused.
“Want him sent back to you? Or want to watch?” I ask.
“Will save money on shipping if you just take care of it,” she laughs.
My cousin is just as crazy as her father was. No hesitation. No remorse. Just down to business and life moves on. Something I can admire because it’s exactly how I am.
“Fast? Slow?” I question.
“Surprise me,” she smirks, leaning back in her chair.
I flip the camera around on the screen and hand the phone to Vinnie, who is standing to my right. He takes the phone and points it at Bosko. I hold out my hand. Liam places a knife in my hand.
“No! No! You can’t do this!” Bosko panics.
“Cover his fucking mouth,” I order.
“You’ll have to kill them too. You–” His words are interrupted by a blue handkerchief being shoved into his mouth. His eyes widen and his shoulders slump in defeat.
He probably realizes that no matter what he says, no good will come from it. After all,The Godmotherherself has sent another mafia to collect a debt he owes. He must have thought he was free and would never be found since he was no longer in New Jersey. Fucking moron. This is the twenty-first century.
“Bosko. Bosko. Bosko,” Adrianna sighs. “You really are a piece of shit.”
Bosko groans.
“Sixteen women. Round up and make it an even fifty stabs, Nico. Pretty please,” Adrianna says with a bit of theatrics in her voice, making me want to roll my eyes but out of respect for her, I refrain.
This fucker killed sixteen women? He deserves to be tortured not stabbed. Again, I keep my mouth shut out of respect and instead thrust the knife into Bosko’s stomach as instructed. Bosko screams against the gag. I quickly pull back and thrust it inside him again. A woman’s scream breaks my attention.
“Um… Who is screaming?” Adrianna asks.
I turn in the direction of the scream and find two women huddled in the corner of the room. One of the women has her back to us and her face is buried in the other woman’s shirt. The other woman is staring at me in horror.
