Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 82485 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82485 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
It’s such a pity things turned out this way. I was really looking forward to spending more time with Liliana.
LEO
Throwing the car door open, I climb out while scanning the other vehicles as they pull up to the shipping yard.
To my left lie piles of steel rods, and to my right is a building consisting of offices that’s attached to a warehouse. It’s pretty quiet today because there’s no freight being moved.
My gaze lands on Luciano, where he’s standing beside Klodian, who’s one of my best men. Luciano looks nervous as fuck, sweat pouring down his face and forming damp patches on his shirt.
He isn’t going to last long in our world.
Nicolo should’ve trained Liliana to take over the family business. She has more guts than her brother. Nicolo is old school, though, and he’ll never let Liliano take Luciano’s place.
“Ready?” Massimo asks while checking the magazine of his machine gun.
I begin to walk toward the entrance of the building, muttering, “Yeah. Let’s get this over with.”
I have thirteen men with me. My scout counted only four men guarding Vito Santoro, so the attack should go down smoothly and be over in a matter of seconds.
We enter the lobby and proceed down the hallway that leads to the entrance of the warehouse, where Santoro should be busy preparing a shipment of drugs.
The man has been smuggling cocaine through my territory, thinking I wouldn’t find out.
Mattia and Raffaele, two of my men, take the lead with Massimo and me right behind them. I’m aware of Luciano and Klodian following us, and not trusting Nicolo’s offspring, every muscle in my body is wound tight.
Raffaele kicks in the metal door, and it shudders open. We all pour into the warehouse that’s filled with tables and people packing bags of cocaine into cereal boxes.
“Cazzo!” one of Santoro’s men shouts, and as he aims at us, my men spread out and begin to open fire.
I stick near Massimo while I shoot at anyone who’s holding a weapon, and for a moment, the gunfire is loud, white powder filling the air around the tables.
Pandemonium breaks loose, and I’m angry as fuck because it’s now clear that my scout fucked up. There are more than four armed men.
When Raffaele is shot to my right, and he drops to the floor, intense rage pours through my veins.
I’m going to kill Sebastiano with my bare hands for giving us the wrong information. Santoro must’ve paid him off.
The tiny hairs on the back of my neck raise, and after killing another fucker, I glance to my right, only to see Luciano running for the door while covering his head.
As a result of the coward running away, Klodian takes a bullet to the neck. Luciano disappears down the hallway, and with the attack ongoing, I can’t go after him.
It takes us way too fucking long to kill the last of Santoro’s men before I’m able to get to Klodian’s side.
I drop my weapon as I kneel beside one of my most loyal men. Klodian coughs, blood spraying from his mouth and hitting my neck. His eyes are filled with fear as he stares at me.
Knowing Klodian won’t make it, I promise, “I’ll take care of Carlotta.”
He coughs again, more droplets of blood hitting me. Pushing my arm beneath his head, I hug him to my chest and say, “I’ve got you. Shh. I’ll make sure Carlotta’s always taken care of.”
His body jerks once before he stills, and his gurgling breaths stop.
I’m hit with so much fucking anger as I lay Klodian down, a tremor shudders through my body.
With Klodian’s blood coating my skin, I rise to my feet. I take a moment to check on all my men. Raffaele and Andrea have been shot, but they’ll be okay once they get treated.
I look at Maurilio and order, “Get them to the hospital and take care of Klodian.”
“Yes, boss.”
I glance over the destruction and bodies, my frustration and anger spiraling out of control because Santoro isn’t here.
Turning around, I stalk out of the warehouse and make my way down the hallway.
“Where are we going?” Massimo asks.
“To kill Luciano and Nicolo,” I growl.
While Massimo gathers the remainder of our men, I climb into my Porsche, my blood practically boiling in my veins.
Because Luciano ran like a fucking coward, Klodian is dead.
Today, I’ll rain down hell on the Romano household.
Chapter 3
HAVEN
There’s a lot of yelling coming from the first floor, and it has me opening my bedroom door just in time to see Mom rushing up the stairs.
“We’re leaving now!” she exclaims, panic thick in her words.
“What’s happening?”
“Get your bags, Haven!” she practically shrieks while running past my room to get to hers.
A slap echoes through the air, then more shouting follows. Holy crap, I don’t know what’s going on downstairs, but it doesn’t sound good. They’re all talking so fast I can’t make out any of the words and quickly dart back into my bedroom.