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"And I'm assuming she wants you?"
"Yes."
The guys holding me down laugh. I don't give a shit what they think.
"So I know enough to know if you tell a girl she can't have a guy, she's gonna want him more. So I'm thinking to myself. How can I make sure this guy isn't a pig before I give him my consent to date my daughter?" He walks around me and I lose sight of him and the gun.
"I'm not a pig. You can see that."
"I like you, Foster. You've been a good soldier. You fight like a champ. I brought you in, checked you out, and you're okay. You could also be a really fucking good cop."
"No." I grunt under the weight on me. It's fucking hard to breathe. "Let me up, Vaughn and we'll talk."
His laugh is the last straw. I push all my force into my limbs and spiral out from under all of them. One guy comes at meand I flatten him with one punch from my left hand. My right hand is toast. The others don't dare approach. "C'mon!" I urge them to take one step closer, but they don't. "Fucking pussies can sit on my back but can't fight standing up?" I don't recognize anyone but Rocco. Donnie was smart and didn't come.
Vaugh raises his hand. "Okay, boys. Get lost."
There's grumbling and spitting before one by one, they call me an asshole, then turn and walk away.
I wipe the blood from the corner of my mouth. I took a beating and it hurts everywhere. My ribs hurt the most, but based on the pain in my hand, I've got broken fingers. I hold my injured fingers with my other hand and try to realign my deformed ring finger, but it stings like hell so I let it be. "What do you want,Vaughn?"
"You're not who I'd pick for her. Not at all, but if she wants you, I'd be willing to make an exception if I could be sure I could trust you." The gun is not on my face anymore so he's relaxing. I could jump him, but the guys are still in the shadows, and that won't solve whatever Vaughn wants from me, so I sit and listen.
"What do you want?" I repeat my question.
He leans down near my ear and whispers, "I want you to take out Renzo."
My neck is too sore to move and react so I just stare at him. "What? Why?"
Hewaves the gun around the room. "You all gone?"
When no one replies, he speaks in a low voice. "You don't know? I thought everyone knew?"
"What?"
"Renzo's dad killed my son." His frenzied eyes flash with unrestrained rage.
Shit. "No. I didn't know that." My heart's still pounding, and I'm trying to focus on what he's saying instead of the pain in my fingers and ribs.
"Renzo's dad is dead." He speaks through clenched teeth, his jaw hard as rocks.
"I knew that."
"Now I want Renzo gone too."
I shake my head and turn away from him. "I'm not killing anyone for you, Vaughn."
"Oh really? Shame. I thought you wanted to be part of the family. Date my daughter?" He's taunting me now.
"I do." My voice is short. I know where he's going, and I hate him for it.
"Then take care of Renzo and you're in. You're not a cop, you get the girl. We're a big happy family." He smiles and points his gun at the ceiling as he raises both his hands.
"That's insane." I stare at him, barely believing what he's asking me to do.
He walks in a circle around me again, trying to intimidate me. He's much too comfortable and calm doing this. I'm not the first guy he's pressured into murder.
"If Renzo's not dead in a week, then you're a cop, and you're dead. No Mila. No happy family." He feigns sadness like my life is a joke. Everything I want is a farce to him.
