Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 102833 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 514(@200wpm)___ 411(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102833 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 514(@200wpm)___ 411(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
When we curse, we gotta put money in, and since Damien doesn’t want to give up any of his money, it has stopped him from cursing. Me, on the other hand … it’s only causing a dent in my damn wallet.
“Thought it was one,” I tell Damien, pulling out my cash, thanks to my wallet being given back to me.
“Infalation,” Damien says.
“You mean inflation?” I laugh. “What the hell do they teach kids in preschool?”
“That’s two ten dollars.” Damien extends his hand, and I slap a twenty into it.
He lights up and runs over to show his mom.
“Lorenzo,” Dominick prompts, used to me getting off track.
“He’s been jumped.”
I pull up the number to the only person in the jail who might be able to help him and send him a text.
Me: 20K to put Lorenzo Russo in isolation.
Thankfully, a few seconds later, he texts back that it’s being handled.
“They’re putting him in isolation, but I need to get him out of there as soon as we get Daniella out. I’m going to your office to call Eddy.”
“Uncle Matty, I go with you?” Damien asks, running back over to me.
“I have to work right now, little man.”
His face falls, and my heart clenches in my chest. I hate to see the disappointment in his features. One look at him, and I understand why Dominick will stop at nothing to give him the world.
“But,” I continue, kneeling in front of him, “how about once I’m done working, we’ll go swimming? Okay?”
“Okay! And we’ll play Toothpaste?”
I quirk a brow, wondering why little kids are so strange. “You probably shouldn’t play with your toothpaste. You need it to brush your teeth.”
Peyton laughs. “It’s a game. Go handle your business. We’ll teach you how to play Toothpaste later.”
I shake my head, confused by this generation, and head to Dominick’s office.
“Eddy, what do you have for me?” I ask once the door is closed and Dominick has joined me. I sent Eddy the info on our way to Dominick’s house so he’d have time to search.
“Nothing,” he says. “It’s off the beaten path, on a private road. I could get a drone out there but—”
“I’m not waiting for that.” I glance at Dominick. “Thanks, Eddy. I’ll call you back.” I hang up. “I’m going to grab some guys and go in blind.”
“Okay,” he says. “When are we leaving?”
“We’re not. You have a family, and if you don’t make it back alive, I’ll be forced to marry and procreate with your wife,” I joke, recalling the time he made me promise to take care of his wife and son if anything ever happened to him. One joke about taking care of her, and he almost put a bullet in me.
Dominick growls, and I can’t help but laugh.
“You need to loosen up, bro. When’s the last time you got laid? Wait, never mind. Don’t do that. Every time you two fuck, you knock her up.”
I text several of my guys, letting them know we’re heading into a suicide mission to save Daniella and where to meet me if anyone wants to join.
The guys know they’ll be compensated well, so most will come. A few who have families, like Dominick, will sit this one out. I always give them a choice though. The last thing you want is a man being forced or threatened to be on your side. That’s why, instead of creating allies out of fear, like Andrey did, ensuring they don’t respect you, we’ve created mutually respected business relationships.
I consider sending a text to Daniella to let her know that we’ve found where we think he has her, but if by some chance this Enrique fucker sees it, he’ll know to expect us.
So, instead, I head out to meet my men, and hopefully, we’ll formulate a plan that will end in getting Daniella back, killing Enrique, and getting Lorenzo out of jail.
12
Daniella
“Daniella! Get out of the fucking bath.”
I jump at Henry’s command and pull the plug, not wanting to upset him. He’s been extra pissy today, and I think it has something to do with the fact that things aren’t going his way.
I overheard him yelling at someone on the phone about the company’s worth. Apparently, he’s trying to liquidate it so there will be nothing left. Not that it matters because if he has it his way, Lorenzo will be rotting in jail for a long time and soon enough, I’ll be dead.
But knowing that things aren’t going as planned for Henry makes me the tiniest bit giddy inside. Nothing would please me more than for his entire plan to blow up in his face.
“I’m coming,” I yell back.
I quickly get dressed, not looking in the mirror since I don’t care to see the bruises he left on my stomach or face, and then throw my hair up into a messy bun.