Book three of the only series
They gave her one mission. They told her to find the Chicago mob Capo and get revenge. So they sent her away. She had a plan. A mindset. Goals she needed to reach.
Until she met his son.
He was supposed to be the en...
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The sound of blood hit the floor as I slammed my fist into the Irish's face. I took a step back as he picked his head up again, blood was covering every inch of him. Multiple open wounds that would kill him in the next few hours.
He choked on his blood as he spoke, "Alpha doesn't tell us-" he coughed, opening his eyes that were almost swollen shut.
"He doesn't tell us anything. We only do the jobs for him. The only people who know his plan are his sons, a few cousins and this girl they keep around."
I grabbed the towel from the table nearby. Wiping my hands I stared at all the knives and guns I had laid out on the table, deciding which one I wanted to use next.
"What girl?" I asked, thinking we could get to something they held valuable. I wasn't one to do harm to a woman like other mobs but a simple conversation with a girl that was most likely sheltered would do the job.
"I- I don't know. She huh-"
I waited for him to get the words out. Most people would've killed him already from all the stuttering. But I learned to have patience when it came to these things. It was something my father did and I hated taking after him, but this was one thing I learned and picked up from watching him torture people for hours. I couldn't change now. I may hate my father, but he was Salvatore Bertelli and I was his son. Some things just ran in our blood.
"We don't see her much anymore. Alpha kept her hidden after he bought her. Probably because every man that laid eyes on her from the Carollo's wanted her."
From all the times we had interactions with the Irish there was never a girl that I knew was associated with them. Unless they were wives or family of the Carollo's, but even then they didn't get involved with mob matters.
"What's her name?" I asked.
"I don't know, man." He spat out blood right in front of my shoes. I rolled my shoulders back, throwing the rag on the table. I looked up at the clock that hung on the brick wall.
"Think about it." I looked at the man one last time before I walked away. I could've gone for a lot longer if I didn't have to change and pick up Faye in an hour.
"Wait! You can't leave me here. I'll die!-"
His screams echoed down the hall even as the door shut behind me. Rafe was at the top of the stairs, leaning against the wall, he was smoking. He was already dressed in a suit for the event and he looked down at his shiny watch then shook his head.
"You were in that room for eight hours. That's almost a record time." He mumbled, putting his cigarette out against the wall he flicked it on the floor. It was dark in the basement hallway. Only a couple overhead lights that flickered here and there.
"He was a tough one. Said something about a woman that's in the loop with the Carollo's," I said, taking my blooded shirt off I threw it in the trash nearby. Then I washed my hands at the sink we had built right at the entrance of the basement for this exact reason.
