Chapter 8 Massimo
Massimo
Jimmy’s voice comes over Massimo’s phone. “Massimo, it’s like a fucking maze down here. I can’t see for shit, and there’s a hell of a lot of territory to cover. How the fuck did that bastard get away. Who fucking let him know we were coming?”
Sophia doesn’t say anything that hasn’t been running through my mind since seeing Barcelo run and learning Anna wasn’t left behind. “Rats gave him time to hurt Massimo’s mom and get Anna out.”
My jaw tightens with angst knowing she’s right. The only way Barcelo would have known we were coming and given him time is from a rat. One that we still haven’t flushed out. Even I thought we got them all. “Jimmy?” I ask, knowing he helped Leandro interrogate the rats we have at the warehouse.
“There’s only one answer, Massimo. Your dad’s said something to someone he trusts but we don’t have locked up.
It’s Georgeo man, we’ve always known he was probably your father’s little snitch, but none of the guys gave him up when we asked.
And it’s not like we weren’t putting a shit ton of pressure on them either,” he says, and I trust every word he says.
Our father has made one bad decision after another, even he knows it. “I’ll have one of the soldiers pick him up. It’s about time we cleaned house for good. We’ve allowed the situation with our father to go on far too long. It fucking ends tonight, Jimmy.”
“Boss, I might see something. Hang tight.”
Massimo’s cell buzzes and he gets on the other line, answering it, listening to Leandro who I can hear loud and clear.
“We’re on our way home and breaking every fucking speed limit there is.
The minute we moved her she started bleeding all over the fucking place, Mass.
They fucking broke her nose, her lips, and sliced her sternum to navel.
They fucking left her for dead. When I get my hands on those fuckers, they’re going to wish they had died in the gun fight tonight, because anyone who even touched her is going to die a slow and painful death. ”
I hold Massimo’s hand as he talks, watching the darkness of his eyes, and the moisture he keeps from spilling from his eyes as he listens to his younger brother talk about his mother.
He glances down as his phone beeps. “The doctor is ten minutes out. He’ll meet you at my house.
It’s closer and I don’t want Dad to see her like this. You have the bleeding controlled?”
Leandro’s voice cracks. “As much as fucking possible, Mass, as much as fucking possible. So much fucking blood.”
Massimo stays calm but I can tell it takes everything that he has to stay strong for his family. “Keep pressure on her and tell the boys to lay the fucking hammer down, get her home. Doc will get her stitched up. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”