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Fucking amateur.
I watch as he opens the fridge, pulls out a beer, and pops the lid off. He drinks the whole thing before tossing the empty bottle into the sink with the dirty dishes. He removes his jacket and hangs it on the back of one of the barstools before removing his gun and placing it on the counter. Walking into the living room, he moves toward the window and stares at the city below.
His cell rings, pulling his attention from the view. He fishes it out of his pocket and answers without looking at who it is.
“What?” he barks. He listens for a minute before laughing. “The day after tomorrow? Why? Not that I’m complaining. The sooner I marry her, the sooner I can take over as don.”
He listens for a minute before cursing. “Nova hit Gia? What the fuck did Vigo do?” He pauses again.
“I don’t care. Find out. She hit my fucking fiancée. That can’t stand. Soon, I’ll be the don, and she’ll learn her fucking place, evenif I have to teach it to her myself… I don’t give a fuck. Make it happen.” He hangs up and tosses his phone.
I stand up and walk up behind him. I pistol whip him and smirk when he drops to his knees with a grunt. Walking in front of him, I punch him in the face—one, two, three. I make sure to split his lip and bust up his cheekbone. Before he can recover, I wrap my hands around his throat and squeeze.
He struggles, but I don’t lose my hold—not for a second. The urge to snap his neck is riding me hard. Only my promise to Nova holds me back.
Instead, I choke the fucker until his body goes limp. And then, just for the fun of it, I choke him a little bit more. Tomorrow I want him to sound like he’s been sucking dick for a week. When he looks in the mirror, I want him to be faced with the same shit Nova will be.
I stand up when he is out cold and kick the motherfucker in the balls before stomping on his stomach. He groans and rolls over, throwing up all over the floor.
I take his gun from the kitchen counter, never knowing when that might come in handy, and head out, leaving his door open. If I’m lucky, someone will come along and finish the job.
I yank my phone out and text Miles to let him know I’m ready to be picked up before standing in the shadows at the edge of the building. I take note of all the foot traffic, but there isn’t much. He might live in an apartment, but it’s one of the swankier ones. Most people know better than to shit where they eat, and it seems Aldo is no exception. To have a somewhat peaceful life, you need some kind of separation from home and work.
My cell chimes, letting me know Miles is here, so I walkaround to the designated pickup point and climb into the passenger seat.
“You good?”
“Always,” I answer, not giving him any details.
“Stop when we’re half a mile from Vigo’s,” I order.
He nods before turning the car around and heading back in the direction he came from. The ride there is silent as I contemplate the days to come. With as many balls I have in the air right now, it will only take one momentary loss of concentration for everything to come crashing down around me.
If I fall, Nova falls, and I’ll be damned if I let that happen.
When the car slows, I know we’re near Vigo’s place. Once it stops, I get out and walk around to the back as the trunk pops open. Miles gets out and joins me before I climb in.
“Tell them whatever bullshit you need to get us back in, because if they search the trunk, I’ll shoot the motherfuckers in the face.”
He frowns as he closes the lid, and then I hear him open the driver-side door and start the car. As it starts to move, I pull my cell phone out and check the camera feed for the house. When I see that Nova is exactly where I left her, I let out a sigh of relief and shove it back into my pocket.
I pull my gun, just in case, and wait as the car slows once more. I can hear Miles talking, but with the engine running, I can’t make out his words. Nobody seems alarmed, so I keep myself relaxed and wait. When the car starts moving again, I figure Miles must have been convincing.
This time, when the car stops, I wait for Miles to pop the trunk and give me the all-clear. “I’ve parked near the trees, so you shouldn’t be seen getting out. I don’t want to tie us together in caseyou need to use me again.” I nod as he pretends to be looking for something, talking quietly. “There are cameras covering all exit and entry points. But Rio, the guard on watch tonight, is notorious for not paying attention and watching his phone instead.”
“Porn?”
“TikTok Videos. Don’t ask. The world has gone mad.”
Miles takes a jacket out of the trunk from near my feet, nodding for me to climb out, which I do, keeping low to the ground. He drops the keys to me and closes the trunk. “This car is the only one without tracking. Take it, use the pass to get out, and I’ll get a ride with one of the other guys.”
“Alright, but if you think you’ve been made, bail.”
“I know the drill.”
He walks away, and I keep low and to the shadows. If the cameras pick up something, they won’t know what without investigating. I wait for Miles to enter the building, knowing he’s left the door open for me to follow, which I do.
The house is surprisingly quiet. I would have thought with Vigo and Gia living here, there would have been more security. But their stupidity works to my advantage. So many idiots believe fear alone will keep people away, and for some, it will. However, they forget that there is always someone bigger and worse out there.
