Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 32333 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 162(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32333 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 162(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
Vigo cursed. “Bastard. He thinks he can take from me. That piece of shit had what was coming to him.”
“Did you order the hit on his family?” he asked.
“No, but whoever did it, the Gutterman family deserved it. I won those businesses in a card game—winner takes all—and Gutterman was the one who paid to join that card game. He wanted to do business, and I figured I would see how the card game went, then consider it.”
Massimo frowned. “You own the property you won.”
Vigo’s expression turned into that of a sneer. “I won fair and square, and for one week, I was left to run the business. Then it was taken. My men were killed. My women were disposed of, and Gutterman laughed in my face and called me Bratva scum. I do not do business with Mafia pricks.”
“We had nothing to do with that deal,” Vincent said.
“As far as we were aware, you came in, stole the business, and took over,” Massimo said.
“I don’t do that, not with Russo Mafia.” Vigo ran a hand down his face. “I know Russo does not cheat, but Gutterman and others do cheat. No business with them.”
“Who?” Massimo asked.
Vigo looked toward him in confusion.
“Who else do you do business with?” Massimo asked. “King has already told me he was made aware of a place in the Mafia, that Russo was about to have a takeover.”
Vigo smiled. “You and I both know that no one will take the Russo Mafia while you’re around. Without you on their side, Russo Mafia will fall. But you’re loyal to Russo, which is why I didn’t take the bait.”
Massimo frowned and looked at Vigo.
“It’s Diego,” Vincent said.
He turned to look at his father. There was no way he would air their dirty laundry for Vigo to hear, only his father wasn’t looking at Vigo but down at his cell phone.
Massimo looked at the text message that had come from Isabella: Diego is going to kill us!
“What the fuck?” Massimo asked, taking the cell phone from his father and seeing the messages. Isabella texting that she and Adelina believed she might be pregnant and wanted to go the pharmacy. Adelina and Isabella had been taken, and somehow his sister was able to text.
He looked toward Vigo. “Did you know?”
“Did I know what?” he asked.
Massimo grabbed Vigo around the neck, aware of the guns being drawn, including the woman behind the counter. Vigo had never been alone but Massimo hadn’t expected anything less. He held onto the man’s throat and stared at Vigo.
“You do that, and they pull the trigger,” Vigo said.
“Yeah, but you’ll be dead,” Massimo said. “I don’t need a weapon to kill.”
He stared into Vigo’s eyes, and like so many men before him, he watched the fear that he tried to fight. Most men attempted to fight that fear of death, but it was pointless. Everyone feared death, the end, the final breath.
It would be so easy to kill Vigo.
“I don’t know what your cell phone is telling you, but I know nothing.”
“Diego has my wife!” Massimo said. “Is that what the game plan is? Distract me? Let them take my wife?”
“I have nothing to do with that piece of shit. He is a betrayer. A traitor. I don’t know who turned on Russo Mafia. All I know is that you have several traitors amongst you, and no one is safe.”
“Massimo, he is telling the truth. We have to go.”
“I need to know where Diego is!” Massimo said, and if that meant killing the leader of the Bratva, then he was more than willing to do that. His wife was in danger.
“I know where she is,” Vincent said. “Isabella has turned on her cell phone GPS. We can find her.”
He looked at Vigo, then pulled his hand away. Vigo fell as he took a deep breath. He might have been holding onto the man’s neck a little too tightly, but he did have his reasons.
“We will consider this even,” Vigo said.
Massimo nodded his head. Without another word, he headed to his car, and his father was close behind him. Putting the car into “reverse,” his men already knew they needed to follow him. Pressing his foot to the gas, he started to take directions from his father.
“How the fuck did Diego get to her?” Massimo asked.
“The pharmacy.”
“You don’t think someone is working for him? Someone close to home?”
“The only person who is close to Adelina right now is your sister, and no, I don’t think she would sell her out to the enemy,” Vincent said. “This is pure coincidence.”
“Dad, if she was going to the pharmacy and if what that says is true, you know what that means, right?”
“Yes, I do.”
He was going to be a father. Adelina was also in danger.
“I can’t let anything happen to her.”