Someone should have told him he wasn’t cut out for the Mafia life. He was crying like a baby before I started with him, and shit his pants before I was through. I shake my head. It was a fucking disgrace. But he confirmed what Tommy said. Don Pavoni ordered the hit on my family.
A taxi honks as I cross the street, but he stops as soon as I lock eyes with him. Today’s not the day to fuck with me. The Don took my family from me, and now I’m going to take his. He’s going to regret every decision that led to this moment.
I’m going to take his familia apart one by one. From his soldiers, to his made men. The captains will come next. Then I’m going to take his family from him. And finally, I’ll take his life, but not before he knows why. I want to see the look of utter despair in his eyes as he realizes this is all his fault. I owe my family that much at least.
I count the security working the doors at Hush. Four guys in staff t-shirts, plus one guy in a plain t-shirt supervising them. No wise guys. I let a little smile grow on my face. They must have heard what happened to Rizzo. The Pavonis just lost two soldiers in four days. I can picture the furious look on Don Pavoni’s face as he orders his men to scour the streets to find out who’s responsible. Maybe he thinks it’s the Russians. Or even better, another one of the Five Families.
I walk past the thick line of ordinary people queuing to get into Hush and catch the eye of one of the bouncers working security at the door. He’s the same bearded, biker-looking guy from Wednesday night. His smile tells me he remembers me as I shake his hand, passing him another Benjamin. I pat him on the back like we’re old friends and walk through the doors into a world of dazzling lights, loud music and sweaty bodies.
Hush was crowded on a weeknight, but they must be breaking the fire code tonight. There’s barely enough room to move. I push my way through the crowd. As I make my way through the throng of people on the dance floor, a guy cusses at me as his drink spills. I nudged him, and now he's getting all aggro. I give him an apologetic smile and shrug, mouthing my apology. Normally I wouldn't give a fuck, but I can't draw any unnecessary attention to myself. I'm here for one reason only, and I can't afford to get kicked out for beating this guy's ass. He gives me a final dirty look before looking away. I continue making my way over to where I think Alessandra should be.
Every bit of logic left in me tells me to turn around and wait out the night at a safe house. But I ignored that same voice when it told me not to tell Alessandra my real name. I ignored it again when I gave her one of my phone numbers. I have multiple identities so solid that any of them could pass an FBI background check. But I didn’t give her any of those names. I gave her a name I haven’t used for years, and I still don’t know why.
I push my way to the front of the bar and I see her seat is taken by a rail-thin blonde in a silver dress. I scan the top of the crowd trying to spot her lush black hair, but I don’t see her.
There’s no way she isn’t here. Not after I had her squirming under my thumb at Marcello’s. She’s going to beg for my cock tonight, because that’s the only way I’ll let her have it. And then hopefully I can put aside this distraction and finish my mission.
A tall redhead squeezes next to me at the bar, looks up at me and bites her lip. “Oh, wow. How tall are you?” Her words are slurred. I’d guess she’s three drinks deep.
“Not interested.” I ignore her angry frown and push my way to the railing around the dance floor, looking for the only woman in the city worth pursuing. In my line of work, I’m never in one place for long, and I rarely keep the same name for more than a month at a time. It’s easy to find a girl for a fuck, give her a night she'll never forget, and move onto the next without a second thought.
It’s always been easy to
A taxi honks as I cross the street, but he stops as soon as I lock eyes with him. Today’s not the day to fuck with me. The Don took my family from me, and now I’m going to take his. He’s going to regret every decision that led to this moment.
I’m going to take his familia apart one by one. From his soldiers, to his made men. The captains will come next. Then I’m going to take his family from him. And finally, I’ll take his life, but not before he knows why. I want to see the look of utter despair in his eyes as he realizes this is all his fault. I owe my family that much at least.
I count the security working the doors at Hush. Four guys in staff t-shirts, plus one guy in a plain t-shirt supervising them. No wise guys. I let a little smile grow on my face. They must have heard what happened to Rizzo. The Pavonis just lost two soldiers in four days. I can picture the furious look on Don Pavoni’s face as he orders his men to scour the streets to find out who’s responsible. Maybe he thinks it’s the Russians. Or even better, another one of the Five Families.
I walk past the thick line of ordinary people queuing to get into Hush and catch the eye of one of the bouncers working security at the door. He’s the same bearded, biker-looking guy from Wednesday night. His smile tells me he remembers me as I shake his hand, passing him another Benjamin. I pat him on the back like we’re old friends and walk through the doors into a world of dazzling lights, loud music and sweaty bodies.
Hush was crowded on a weeknight, but they must be breaking the fire code tonight. There’s barely enough room to move. I push my way through the crowd. As I make my way through the throng of people on the dance floor, a guy cusses at me as his drink spills. I nudged him, and now he's getting all aggro. I give him an apologetic smile and shrug, mouthing my apology. Normally I wouldn't give a fuck, but I can't draw any unnecessary attention to myself. I'm here for one reason only, and I can't afford to get kicked out for beating this guy's ass. He gives me a final dirty look before looking away. I continue making my way over to where I think Alessandra should be.
Every bit of logic left in me tells me to turn around and wait out the night at a safe house. But I ignored that same voice when it told me not to tell Alessandra my real name. I ignored it again when I gave her one of my phone numbers. I have multiple identities so solid that any of them could pass an FBI background check. But I didn’t give her any of those names. I gave her a name I haven’t used for years, and I still don’t know why.
I push my way to the front of the bar and I see her seat is taken by a rail-thin blonde in a silver dress. I scan the top of the crowd trying to spot her lush black hair, but I don’t see her.
There’s no way she isn’t here. Not after I had her squirming under my thumb at Marcello’s. She’s going to beg for my cock tonight, because that’s the only way I’ll let her have it. And then hopefully I can put aside this distraction and finish my mission.
A tall redhead squeezes next to me at the bar, looks up at me and bites her lip. “Oh, wow. How tall are you?” Her words are slurred. I’d guess she’s three drinks deep.
“Not interested.” I ignore her angry frown and push my way to the railing around the dance floor, looking for the only woman in the city worth pursuing. In my line of work, I’m never in one place for long, and I rarely keep the same name for more than a month at a time. It’s easy to find a girl for a fuck, give her a night she'll never forget, and move onto the next without a second thought.
It’s always been easy to
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