AllFreeNovel
Share Us
I march next to him and ball my fists. "Listen, motherfucker. My brother already told you the cops are fucking coming. You'd better fucking tell us where you took them to save yourself."
The man lets out a devilish laugh. "You all need to take a seat. I'll pour you a drink."
"Never."
Gianluca shoots me a look as he reaches into his suit coat. At once, I know we're thinking the same thing. On the count of three, we’ll pull out our guns and blow this asshole to pieces. Then we'll force our way back into the hallway and find our boys.
Nothing will fucking stop us.
I start the countdown. "One, two—"
Before I can get the final number out, the door behind me swings open. Three enormous tattooed motherfuckers armed with machine guns muscle in from the hallway. Their heads are shaved and dark tattoos snake up their necks.
They point the loaded guns at us. "You'd better do what he fucking tells you to. Don't get fancy."
"I'd reconsider that if I were you.” I remove my hand from my suitcoat. “The owners of this warehouse will throw you under the bus the second the feds arrive."
Gianluca nods. "Don't think for a fucking second you’ll get off on a plea deal."
The man on the right smirks. "The Diavolos have been very good to me. Very good to my family. I’ll take my chances."
"Tell us what you've done to our boys.” Constantine’s voice is unwavering. “We won't ask you again."
The man who led us into the conference room lets out a sigh. "I'm sorry." He removes a bottle of liquor from a cabinet and pours himself a glass. "I'm afraid you don't understand who’s in control now. Your little operation didn't work and you submit to us now."
The man standing in front of me rams the tip of his machine gun into my chin. "Hand me your weapon."
"In your fucking dreams." I stand my ground. "You're not getting shit from me, motherfucker. We came here to save our boys and we won’t comply with a single fucking thing you say until you return them to us."
The man lifts his machine gun. "If you don't quit mouthing off, we’ll take you to Room B and put a bullet in your head in front of your boy. We already warned you not to get fancy. You can save the preciousness for when you bleed out in front of your boy."
Fury pounds my veins as I pull out my Glock. Gianluca, Constantine, and I hand him our weapons.
"And your socks," he says. "Pull your fucking pant legs up and let me see what's underneath. And give me your phones."
We hand the man in charge the knives in our socks and our phones. He sets the objects on the conference room table and turns to us.
"You've fucked with our business long enough." He adjusts his wristwatch. "We never wanted to hurt you. Our issue was with the Antonovs."
"Why the Antonovs?"
"The Antonovs are our biggest enemies in Manhattan. We sided against them in the great turf war of New York. You aided them last year which was your mistake. You should've picked more wisely."
"The Antonovs run this fucking city." Gianluca spits at the man's feet. "I patch up their men after battles. They're more men than you'll ever be."
"It doesn't matter now. You've chosen your side. You had no reason to get involved in our business and throw a wrench into our operations."
"We did no such thing." Constantine doesn’t mince words. "You're flooding the city with illegal drugs. My boy took your omeprazole for years and it gave him headaches. My brother’s lab assistant analyzed it and discovered it contained stimulants and sugar."
"Ahhh." The man smiles. "So that's why you’re here."
"Of course it fucking is."
"I'll have you know the FDA approved the Diavolos’ medications."
"Bullshit." Gianluca grits his teeth. "You pump your meds full of shit to save on production costs. You mix stimulants and sugar into the meds and God knows what else you have lying around here because you're sloppy. The FDA would never permit this."
"We have our connections who look the other way. As I'm sure you do, too."
