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“Tell me, Rocco, who's been in your ear this time? Hmm? Normally, you’d be all for getting rid of the complication, so what’s stopping you this time?”
He glares at me. “Not my wife, if that’s what you’re thinking. Christ, I’m not wrapped around her finger.”
I look in the rearview mirror and see Elio raise a brow. Yeah, he’s full of shit.
“Do we have time for this shit?” Rocco asks. “I’m not asking for permission. I’m telling you that she gets a bullet between her eyes and that’s it. I don’t give a fuck which one of you does it. Someone will.”
The rest of the drive is silent as I take us to the most secluded part of the city where the river runs through. I’m wondering what Elio did to have that crazy bitch be quiet for the entire journey. Hell, I’m hoping he duct-taped her mouth and cut the air supply from her.
“Who’s doing the deed?” Rocco asks in a bored tone. The fucker’s pushing it.
“I am,” I say as I park the car. “The sooner this shit is done, the better.”
Tomorrow, Javier had better call Rocco, and we can start rebuilding the business deal we had in place before the crazy bitch managed to somehow get her dad to hand the business over to her.
Elio drags Melanie from the car, and she’s a whimpering mess. “Please,” she pleads. “I’m so sorry. I promise I won’t do it again.”
I roll my eyes. She truly is deluded. Did she really believe that I’d let her go because she promised not to do it again? Fuck no.
Elio has her drop to her knees, and she stares up at me with big, wet eyes, pleading with me. It doesn’t affect me. It never will.
I raise my gun and don’t hesitate in pulling the trigger. There’s a little kickback but nothing major, and with the silencer on, there’s hardly any noise. Melanie crumples to the floor, her eyes still wide and staring at me, but she’s dead. The bullet that went through the center of her head killed her.
“Elio, dump her into the river, then let’s get the fuck out of here,” Rocco instructs.
I chuckle as Elio hauls bricks over to her body. Where the fuck he managed to find them is beyond me. But he ties them to her ankles, carries her to the bridge, and unceremoniously throws her over the side of it. Her body crashes into the water with a loud splash, and I watch as she sinks beneath the surface.
She won’t be found until someone dredges the river, and hopefully by then, she’ll have been eaten by the wildlife.
I reach for the bullet that went through Melanie’s head and pocket it. I’m not leaving any evidence around. I grin when I walk back to my car and see a stack of bricks to the side of the bridge. Someone obviously came here to drop a body and prepared for the future.
I jump into the car and look in the rear-view mirror and see Elio grinning. He’s done this more than a few times, so I wouldn’t be surprised if the bricks were his.
“Where to now?” Elio asks. “What’s the plan?”
I shake my head. I have no plan. I’m just glad that bitch is off my back. “Don’t care, but I do think you should move your bricks. I would hate for the cops to discover your fingerprints on them,” I say dryly.
He chuckles. “Not mine. Andrea’s. He fucking forgot them once and had to go and get them, then came back with more than anyone could need. But thankfully, he did, especially when we don’t know what we’re doing beforehand.”
Isn’t that the truth. I knew we’d kill the bitch. I had just assumed she would suffer. Not have a bullet sink into her and that be it.
“She’s dead. Stop your bitching. I don’t care what you two assholes do; I’m going home to my wife.”
I roll my eyes. He’s the asshole. Not me. “Don’t worry, Roc, I’ll make sure you’re home before your curfew.”
Elio chuckles. “Otherwise, Jade’s going to whip your ass, right?”
“That’s Hayden,” Rocco growls. “Not me. Now shut the fuck up. Elio, you have your own damn wife. Worry about her, not mine. And as for you, Dario, maybe fix your own love life before commenting on mine,” he snarls as he glares at me.
“Someone hit a nerve. It’s the curfew, isn’t it?” Elio chuckles. “Or is it that she’ll be pissed she wasn’t here to do the killing herself?”
I laugh. “That’s it. Your wife is bloodthirsty, and she’s going to be pissed she wasn’t here for it.” I chuckle harder. “You’re so screwed,” I tell him.
He flips me off, but I see him fighting his smile. I’m happy for him. He and Jade are well suited, and he loves her psychotic side. I guess it’s only fair because he has one too.
“You good?” Elio asks as he slides into the passenger's seat once I’ve dropped Rocco off at home. Elio’s car is at my house.
“Fine, why?”
