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“Everyone else either had their throat slashed or was gunned down,” he says. “Must have used a silencer because there was no police chatter.”
“Fucking hell,” I curse as I step out into the hall so Eric can continue to work without interruption.
“That’s not the worst part.” Anton coughs uncomfortably.
“Do I want to know?”
“Four of them are missing their heads.”
“Their heads?” I ask, dumbfounded.
“Yep,” Anton confirms. “We would need the girl to confirm, but I have a sneaking suspicion it’s her parents and grandfather.”
“And the last one?” I ask curiously.
“Hillary.”
Blyad’.Fuck me. Hillary was one of ours.
“Why take the heads?” he wonders aloud.
“It’s possible the hitman took them,” I tell him, the wheels in my head turning. With the Castellanos family wiped out, there are a lot of new avenues open to take. Their territory is one of the biggest in the city. If I get my hands on their casinos, I could have a large monopoly on the Vegas Strip. “Maybe he took them as proof of death.”
“But Hillary?” he questions. “Why her?”
That is a good question. No one knew Hillary was my spy in the Castellanos household and that fact wouldn’t matter to a hitman. I peek through the open door of my room, my eyes falling on the raven-haired beauty in my bed. It is a miracle she escaped, and I wonder how that was possible. She has no training that I know of to defend herself against a drunken frat boy at the bar, let alone a hitman.
Vanya Castellanos should be dead with the rest of her family.
That’s it.
“She’s a double,” I tell him. “He took her head because he failed to kill Vanya. Whoever took out the hit probably has no idea what she looks like. Hillary looks just enough like the Castellanoses that the hitman probably thought he could pass her off as Vanya.”
“That’s desperate.”
“Agreed.” Something was still bothering me. “But why kill the rest of the household? No hitman is going to kill that many people unless he’s being paid to do it.”
Anton clicked his tongue. “Not unless he’s unhinged,” he huffs a laugh. “But I have a feeling that by tomorrow morning, everyone on the Castellanos’s payroll is going to be found dead.”
“Why do you say that?” Now he has me curious.
“If we go off the assumption that the hitman was paid to take out the entire household, it would stand to reason that he would take out everyone affiliated with their business so that no one was left to claim it.”
“That’s a shit ton of money and a lot of egos to believe that they could just take over without anyone else fighting back.”
“Do we know anyone with that much arrogance?”
Unfortunately, we knew too many people.
“Have the cleaners take care of everything,” I tell him. “Have them take pictures first. I want it documented and then find me who ordered that hit.”
Anton groaned. “You know Persephone isn’t going to give up that information.”
My lips turn up in a cold sneer. “Then go around her if you have to. I want that information one way or another. Whoever ordered that hit is going againstthe Sovereign Allianceby taking territory out from under us. Vegas belongs to us, and so do the Castellanos’s assets.”
I’ll be dead in my grave before I let anyone take what is mine.
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