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My lips twist into a smirk. “Guess that’s what happens when you betray your boss.”
Maverick chuckles. “Yeah, although they have no idea that he did. That’s something only the Famiglia knows. But Vlad and Rodion want the power, and they’re trying to emulate what Sergei did. So we need to neutralize this trafficking ring as quickly as possible.”
“Which is where you come in,” Rocco says. “We have the details that it’s taking place next week and it will be in The Cooney Hotel here in Jefferson City. It’s an auction where they’ll be selling the women and girls off to the highest bidder,” my brother snarls, his voice filled with anger.
“As I was saying,” Maverick grins. “We got to work. We found out that Judge Lachan is a frequent flier with this shit. He’s one of the highest paying clients Marco Scaffidi has. The man has a fucking shopping list when these auctions come around.” Maverick’s eyes are filled with darkness. “We have no idea about his houses or anything. So far, we’ve only been able to uncover his wife, and even then, there’s the bare minimum.”
I shake my head. “That bastard,” I snarl. “He’s big on reform and making sure that those who are sent to prison get let out and never go back. Bastard is a fraud. Who the fuck buys women?”
Elio watches me with a weird look on his face. “Didn’t know you were well educated on the judicial system, Dario.”
I flip him off. “Needed to know who everyone was when I arrived, asshole,” I snap. I pull out my cell and hit dial on Beppe’s number.
“Boss,” he says as he answers.
“The information we have on Judge Lachan, bring it to me,” I instruct, giving him my location. “Fuck, bring me the information we have on all the rich bastards in Jefferson City.”
My brothers raise their brows. The look of pride in their eyes makes me smirk. “I do my shit right,” I tell them. “I needed to know everything about everyone when I moved here. I needed to know what made people tick. I also wanted to ensure that I had enough dirt on people if I needed it. Which is why Judge Lachan will give us the information we need.”
Maverick chuckles. “I like you. So, what did you find out about good old Judge Lachan?”
“Not only does he have his wife, Suzette, he also has two mistresses that he keeps hidden in his secret houses scattered around the city. Both mistresses are over thirty years younger than him, and both women have kids by him. Something he and Suzette haven’t been able to have.”
Stephen rubs his hands together with glee. “Then we know what we’re doing. The moment we have the file on the bastard, we’re going to his home. Fuck, we’ll go to all the homes. I want to make sure he gives us the information we need. That means all his bitches are coming along for the ride. Let’s see how he’ll react when they’re threatened.”
Now that is a good plan. A man who has kids with a woman and has kept them secret for years must do so out of more than just loyalty. I wonder which woman he’ll choose to save?
“Ready?” I ask Elio as we pause at the door.
He gives me a sharp nod. I turn to Beppe and Santo, and both men do the same.
I lift my foot and kick hard, and the door to the judge’s front door splinters. The guards are already disarmed and are dead on the ground. We’re hitting all three homes hard and at once. Rocco and Kelvin, along with some men, are at one of the mistresses' houses, while Stephen, Maverick and some of Kelvin’s men are at the other’s. We’re doing a sweep, getting them all at once so there’s no alarm raised. Get in and get them out. Simple and easy.
“What the fuck are you doing?” the judge hisses as he moves toward us, his face red and flustered. “I asked you a damn question. Now answer me!”
We ignore him. Both Beppe and Santo move around me and push toward the living room, where a terrified Suzette is standing, her eyes wide, her lips parted. She looks as though she’s been petrified to the spot.
“Do you know who I am?” he snarls.
I laugh. I can’t help it. The man thinks he’s fucking God or something. No fucking way. “We know. We don’t give a fuck.” Both Elio and I reach for him. The judge is a big fucker, weighing at least three hundred and fifty pounds. A quick pistol whip to his head and he crumples to the floor.
“Ahhhh,” Suzette cries as she watches her husband’s prone body. “You killed him. You’ve killed him!”
Beppe shakes his head. “Dramatic,” he mutters. “He’s not dead. He’s just out cold. Now, if you want the same treatment, carry on with the screaming,” he tells her.
Elio carries the judge to the trunk of the car while I move toward Suzette. “Are you going to be quiet?” I ask her.
She whimpers as she glances around. There are three men watching her, ready to knock her out if need be. “I am,” she cries. “Please don’t hurt me.”
The woman’s in her late sixties and she’s thin and frail. One blow to her head could have her dead. “Let’s go, lady. We’ve got questions for your husband, and we need answers.”
She nods solemnly and walks toward me. “What did he do?” she asks softly. “Is he in trouble?”
“Yes, ma’am,” I reply. “He’s in a lot of trouble, and we need answers.”
She nods. “Could I have my jacket?”
Beppe doesn’t wait for me to give him the go ahead; he reaches for it, checking the pockets to make sure there are no weapons or anything before he hands it to her.
