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Alec makes his way over to one of the cars parked along the edge, dragging out a tied-up Jimmy Cosa, Jr. My father raises his eyebrows. We didn’t exactly get permission for this kidnapping beforehand, but what can I say? We’re resourceful.
He’s been stripped down to just his boxers. Bruises and cuts decorate his body. We’ve taped his mouth shut and zip tied his ankles and wrists.
The hard plastic looks like it’s digging into his skin, leaving behind angry red marks.
Good.
“Do you know what’s about to happen, Jimmy?” I ask, crouching down to get on his level.
His eyes are wide with fear as he looks between all of us. I’ll give him credit; he struggles against Alec’s hold.
But he’s no match for us. He knows it and we know it.
This is just a formality. A little send-off before the big event.
I shove my hands in my pockets and study the piece of shit. In one swift move, I rip the duct tape off his mouth.
He screams.
“What the fuck, Nico?!” He gasps. His voice is weak. Just like him.
I slap his face. “You’re going to die, you know that, Jimmy? We all will eventually. But today is your day.”
His face crumples and he starts to cry. Pathetic.
I shove the tape in his mouth.
“Would you like to do the honors?” Alec asks, holding out the gun.
“Nah,” I say, “I want to watch.”
Jimmy spits the ball of tape out. “You’re all going to Hell,” he screams.
I smile at him.
“That’s probably true. But you’re going there first. Save us a spot, yeah?”
I turn to Alec who presses the barrel of his gun to his temple.
“Alec, take care of the trash, please? We are on a schedule.”
“Wait,” Enzo says, “We should let Christina be a part of this.”
I shrug. Our little Angel hates violence - but if Enzo wants this to be his grand gesture, so be it.
He pulls up his phone, dialing Christina on video. Her smiling face greets us and my cock hardens. I need to be buried balls deep in her, not this bullshit.
“Princess, we have news for you,” Enzo says, smiling back at her. “You’re likely to be stood up at the altar.
She looks confused so he switches the camera view so she can see Jimmy tied up on the ground.
“Oh my god, what?!” she shrieks through the phone.
I smile darkly.
“He will never lay a finger on you. You never have to worry again. This is my vow to you, my love,” Enzo says vehemently. “If you have anything to say to him, say it now.”
She’s silent for a long moment before I hear her speak, her voice low and clear.
