31. Bianca
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
bianca
T here is no way this is going to work. Fuck. Would it work? No. No way. My brain is nearly exploding with everything all at once. I text Dmitri and ask him to meet me in the master bedroom. I started sleeping there to be closer to Father and the office. Having to control the whole operation was literally taking all my time. Not only do I have to manage the actual business but all the shady shit is hard to keep track of. He has so many teams of men running all over the place doing his bidding. It’s honestly hard work.
I meet Dmitri and start to talk him through my conversation with Dante.
“Have you completely lost your fucking mind? His dick can’t be that good.” Dmitri proclaims after I fill him in.
“I know. It’s insane, right? There’s no way that would actually pan out, right?” I confirm.
“Woah, I didn’t say it wasn’t doable. I just said you are insane for considering it. You think the old fucks wouldn’t have something to say about daddy dearest kicking the bucket while in your car and you just so happening to take over and just so happening to marry a fucking Moretti?” He scoffs and then laughs.
“I just have to figure out the details. The more I think about it, the more I think I can do it. But I need help.”
“B., I don’t know if I, I mean. What could I possibly do? Everything I touch turns to shit or catches on fire. You don’t want me involved. I’m a certified fuck up. I’ve just come to terms with my crazy. Maybe you need to do some self-reflection yourself, huh?”
“You are exactly right for the job, brother.” I lick my lips as my maniacal brain starts to whip up a plan.
“I am going to give you the best early birthday gift I could ever give you,” I added.
Dmitri has always despised my father. They never got along, and when Mother died, Dmitri blamed him for her death. They barely talked to each other, and Dmitri was only involved in work at the club or odd jobs with the freighters, never the family business. His resentment was overpowering, and I think it is the reason Dmitri has always struggled with his mental health. I was just forced into using guns to process my emotions, and Dmitri turned to fire.
I smile at him.
“Why does your face look like that?” He fake shivers.
“Here’s what I’m thinking…”
I map out a plan and realize it is my first official job assignment as the boss. It would require the help of Dante and Gio but no one would know they were involved, if we play our cards right that is.
I make a list of tasks and who will need to do what. I make another list of supplies we will need. We can’t go through our usual suppliers because we need to avoid leaving any trail. I text Dante and ask him to meet me at the park after midnight. It was apparently our rendezvous point now. It was free turf that no one could claim, so we were free to meet there. I ask him to bring Gio, and I ask him to bring a list of other things we will need.
I text our doctor and have him bring the decapitated heads, in preserving fluids, to the manor.
I call the few ‘old fucks’ and ask them to meet Dmitri and I for breakfast tomorrow at our usual place. I told them I wanted to talk about the future of the company and that we need to plan for when Father wakes. This way we can cover both of our asses and not look suspicious to them.
I spend the next few hours prepping quietly before waking Dmitri and heading to the park. When we arrive, Gio and Dante are already there.
We all exit and join together in a small group in front of the statue.
“Did you get everything?” I ask.
Dante hands over a large backpack, and Dmitri throws it over his shoulder.
“Bianca, what’s your plan here?” Gio asks.
I did not discuss it over the phone, just in case someone had my phone tapped. At this point, only Dmitri knew what I was planning.
“Tonight, Dmitri is going to go check on Father with me. While he’s in there, he’s going to use the gear you guys brought to program a surge on the ventilator. It will essentially act as a programmed detonator. I’ll stay with Father through the night, and in the morning, I will let the nurse take over. Business as usual. Then, Dmitri and I are going to take my father’s counsel to breakfast and discuss our strategy with father being down for a while. The conversation will pivot from me taking power to prepping for him to wake up from the coma and take back control. While we are there, I have the house doctor dropping off the jars of… uh… ‘ your’ heads to my quarters, and he has been instructed to have the nurse place them in my room. At that moment, as soon as my camera alerts me that she is safely in my room, Dmitri forces the surge. The surge with short circuit the vent and cause it to begin sparking.”
“And then BOOM! Bye bye Daddy!” Dmitri adds.
“More or less. We get the call and rush over, but it will be too late to save him. I will be distraught and so overwhelmed by his passing that no one will question me. Then it is just a matter of time before I am officially in charge and we can move to ‘phase 2’.” I finish, nearly high from the ecstasy of my fantastic plan starting.
“Okay, why do you need the heads?” Gio asks.
“Because Gio. I need a reason for the nurse to leave his side, and I need to have the heads for my speech. I need the visuals.”
“Speech?” Dante adds.
“Ye of little faith. Trust me. I need the heads.” I finish and wipe my hands dramatically.
“Shall we check on Father?” I ask Dmitri.
“I think we shall!” He replies, and we head back home, officially ready to kill our dad.