Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 32402 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 162(@200wpm)___ 130(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32402 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 162(@200wpm)___ 130(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
Jane killed Frank Morello. Alexey watched her do it. She ran him down with her car, and admittedly, the bastard had it coming. He was not a good man. Frank had been one of the worst pieces of shit to ever roam this earth. The only problem was, Frank was Vincent Morello’s son. Jane had killed the heir to the Morello mafia.
Alexey knew it was only a matter of time before they figured that shit out. He’d spoken to Nikolai. She had used his cell phone while he was passed out to call his friend and get him out of her apartment. She was not stupid. She didn’t ask any questions, she gave facts, and in return wanted no information or reward.
This plain Jane had saved his life.
Alexey could have any woman. A click of his fingers and beautiful women could be lining up to service his cock and fuck him for the rest of the day, to wipe his mind of all the bullshit. He didn’t do it. He didn’t snap his fingers, nor call a woman to come and please him. Plain Jane wouldn’t get out of his mind.
“You look like someone has just come and shit on you,” Nikolai said, walking into the room.
There were three men he trusted. Nikolai was one, Makar another, along with Igor. They had his back right from the start.
“What are you doing here?” he asked, closing the file he had on Jane.
Seeing her would not help his battle.
“I wondered if you saw this?” Nikolai asked, as he held up a computer key fob.
“Saw what?” Alexey was not in the mood to play word games. He just wanted to be left alone so he could deal with whatever fucked-up shit was going on in his head.
Clearly, he wasn’t dealing with the attack. It hadn’t been planned. It was the first time in a long time Alexey had let his guard down, and if it hadn’t been for Jane, he’d be dead right now. This was all that kept ringing in his head. He hadn’t even noticed the car following him.
“Have a look,” Nikolai said.
Alexey wanted to tell him to fuck off, but instead he took the key and slipped it into his computer. He only had to wait a few seconds for his computer to read it, then open a window containing a single video. He double-clicked the video and waited a moment for it to load, running a hand down his face.
The footage was dark, but he knew exactly what he was seeing. It was the street where he was attacked. He had just come from a business meeting. There was a guy who had intel on Morello’s whereabouts, and he was willing to sell it for protection—someone named Carlos Moranto or some shit like that. Before he’d even left the alleyway, his car was rammed, not once but twice, and somehow managed to get flipped onto its roof. Two of his men fired bullets, taking out at least three of their attackers, but it wasn’t enough.
He crossed his fingers over his heart, sending a little prayer for the two men that lost their lives.
Alexey watched himself as he crawled out from the car. He watched as he got shot, and then his last guard, Bruno, attempted to save him. One of the bullets that hit Bruno and killed him went through the other man as well. That was how close it had come.
Alexey had looked into the eyes of Frank Morello, and he’d known he was going to die. It was playing out a lot faster in front of him.
He’d not been afraid. Even now as he watched it. To him, he had lost. He let his guard down, and Frank took full advantage. His men didn’t stand a chance against the ambush.
And then, just as Frank was about to fire his weapon, he never got a chance as the old beat-up car came hurtling down the street. Not a single hesitation as Frank fell, and seconds later Jane came out. It had all been hazy on that night, but she had responded.
That was not what was troubling Alexey as he watched this security footage from one of the street cameras. It was clear as day who had killed Frank Morello. It was not him, nor some innocent bystander. Alexey saw the license plate.
He turned off the video and pulled the key from his computer. “How did you get this?” he asked.
“Our cop gave this to me.”
“Fuck,” Alexey said.
“What?” Nikolai said. “Why do you look like you’ve seen a ghost? I thought you would like to see this shit. By some fucking miracle, you’re alive and breathing, and that girl saved your life. I have a feeling Frank wasn’t exactly acting on orders.”
“That’s the point,” Alexey said. “We got a copy of this. Do you think we’re the only ones that got a copy? Vincent is out for war. If Vincent gets a copy of this, do you think he is just going to let it slide?”