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Two men on their knees are in front of my house. Their faces are covered in blood, with cuts on their shirtless bodies. Gunner and Baldwin are standing behind them. They are Aldo’s men who were caught in one of my warehouses.
I’ll fucking have them send a message to Aldo. He has himself started a war. And I always fucking win. I slip my right hand out of my pocket and spread it out for Ivan. He places a pistol in my palm.
“Marcire All ‘inferno. (Rot in hell.)” I point the gun to one’s head and pull the trigger, then do the same to the other. Ivan takes his pistol back.
“Cut their heads off and send it as a message to Aldo. I’m fucking coming for his next.” I walk back into my house and shut the door behind me.
I haven’t heard a word yet from my men who went in search of Adriana, which pisses me off. How hard can it fucking be to find her? I’m not letting her slip away from me when I claimed her first, whether she likes it or not. I’m not letting Aldo or any of his fucking men touch her. One more reason I want to have Aldo’s head in my hands.
I’ll search the ends of the earth and burn every fucking bridge to find Adriana. I’ve marked my territory, and not even the dead souls in hell can stop me. Nobody gets to take what’s mine. I’ll kill them all if I have to.
And Adriana will eventually understand that L’Uomo was behind it all. I had to do what I did. I will make her understand that.
My phone chimes on my couch, stopping me in my tracks from going to light a cigar. It better be Kristev with some fucking news about Adriana.
“Where is she?” I ask, answering the call on the second ring.
“With us, boss.”
Good. But even after hearing this news about Adriana, my face is pulled together in a frown. I’m still mad at her for pulling the fucking trigger at me and being careless enough to get kidnapped. She has no idea how much I hate knowing some fucked up asshole could have his hands on her when she’s not here with me.
“Bring her here to me.” I’m not letting her leave this time. She would have to kill me to step her feet outside my house.
I end the call and walk back to the bar table to grab the box of Cuban cigars. A trickle of smoke escapes into the air as I take a quick drag of the cigar I light.
Daniel has been quiet to me since the day we fought, and I’m too proud to reach out to him first. But I sure do miss his company both at the warehouse and at my house. He is my fucking brother, but he should reach out first. He has always been better than me with things like this.
I stare at the screen of my phone like I had mentally told him to use his damn phone to call me. My phone rings almost immediately. But it’s an unknown number instead. I reluctantly slide the answer icon as I puff a cloud of smoke out my mouth.
“Alessandro.”
It’s him.
“Daniel?”
His voice is stiff and full of anger.
“Ginerva is here with me. Aldo’s men captured us both.”
I toss the cigar into the ashtray instantly. What the fuck is happening? “Fucking hell!”
Daniel grunts as I hear a thud from his end. He’s breathing heavily on the phone now.
“Meet us at Axes and Aces at 96th Street, East Harlem, in the next hour if you want us to still be alive.”
“Daniel!”
“Come alone.”
“Daniel!” I yell again.
The phone beeps as the call ends. I slide the ashtray angrily until it falls off the counter and makes a mess on the floor.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”
I grab the keys to my car and hurriedly walk to the front door. “Ivan, Baldwin.”
“Yes, boss,” Ivan answers. He leaves Baldwin and Gunner, who are loading the bodies into the back of a black van. Baldwin joins Ivan after a moment.
