Chapter 45
Don’t Play
Sammy
Five years later …
I sneak into the Spinelli home, looking for a man who I need to see. Elizaveta made sure to reveal his spy at the right time. I’ve known for five years who he has had hiding within the Alliance, so has my father but upon my request he left this to me.
I have been waiting for Spinelli to have the balls to put his play into motion. Something has changed and he feels bold enough to make moves against my father.
Now that he has shown his hand, I will be the one to finish them both. That Russian piece of trash is already dead. Now it’s Spinelli’s turn. I waited for him to bring his sons home for this.
I intend to send a message. My father and I are not to be played with. I’m not a forgiving person.
“Milano, I’m taking Marina to her friend’s birthday party,” a female calls out through the house.
“Okay, baby. Youse two be safe. Take Peno and Bruce with you. You need any money?”
“No. I’m fine. We got the gift yesterday. We’ll be back in two or three hours.”
“All right. I’ll be here with the boys. Ciro should be back soon.”
I pause for a moment. My visions never showed me a wife or daughter. Just Spinelli’s two sons, Ciro and Leandro. Leandro is the youngest.
I don’t like killing women or children, so I shrug it off and move forward. I creep through the shadows and find the room my visions have been showing me. Slipping inside the study quietly, I move into the dark corner behind Spinelli’s desk.
The thick drapes give me cover. Then I stand and wait. About twenty minutes go by before Spinelli walks into the study with one of his sons. Good, just as I wanted.
Spinelli moves into the attached bathroom as he still talks to his son. “Have a seat. When your brother gets in, I want to talk to you guys about some things.”
As he continues to babble. I slip out lightning fast and grab Leandro. I hit his pressure points before he can even register my presence. Just as swiftly, I drop him to his knees and cover his mouth with a piece of tape.
By the time Spinelli walks back out of the bathroom, I have my gun with the silencer aimed at him. His eyes go wide, and he stumbles back with his hands in the air. I shake my head at him as he looks like he’s going to call out.
“Don’t. You make a sound and you both die,” I warn.
“What do you want?” He narrows his eyes. “You’re LaSalle’s boy. Your father sent you?”
“No. No one sends me anywhere. I go where I need to be.”
“Why do you need to be here?”
“Because I need to teach you a lesson.”
He scoffs and glares at me. He moves like he’s going to reach for a gun. I don’t hesitate. I put a bullet in his shoulder.
“I should have told you not to move. My bad,” I murmur.
Leandro begins to whimper behind the tape on his mouth. I tap my gun on the top of his head. Then I lean into his ear.
“Hush. That was just a flesh wound. He’s fine. You already can’t move. Don’t make me silence you too.”
His whimpers silence and I straighten, tapping his head with the barrel of my gun once again. “Good boy. That’s better.”
“Fuck, you son of a bitch,” Spinelli growls.
I roll my eyes. Then I aim at his leg and put a bullet into it. He fights not to scream, growling instead.
“You don’t know my mothers. Don’t insult either of them,” I bite out.
“What. Do. You. Want,” he grinds out.
“Your head. You have had a mole siphoning money from my father and the Alliance for years. Your mole is dead. You are next.”
“Oh, kid. I have done way more than that. Your father is the reason my face is like this.
“I’m going to make him pay in every way I can. Not even you can stop me.”
“Want to bet?” I put a bullet in his head.
I then move in front of his son and squat before him to get eye level with him. Fear and despair fill his eyes. Tears are rolling down his cheeks.
“The only reason you’re still alive is because I know you’re not going to tell. If you open your mouth, I will return for the rest of your family,” I say with a grin as I lock on his gaze. I nod and smile wider. “You know I will.”
Leandro’s eyes go wide as he sobs behind the tape over his mouth. He looks frantically between me and his father’s dead body. I wait for him to return his gaze to my eyes.
When he does, more tears spill down his cheeks and snot bubbles come from his nose. True terror begins to shine in his brown orbs. However, his nostrils begin to flare with anger.
I keep smiling at him, knowing he wants to kill me. I already know that’s never going to happen. Still, he will try.
“I should kill you now. It would be the right thing to do, but I won’t. You’re a child.”
He is. He’s only a year younger than me. This might have gone differently if he were older.
I continue in a menacing tone. “I’m only allowing you to live because the example I will make of you will sound around the world. Silencing those who will use you to get to me.
“If I were you, I would forget all about me. Live your life and forget this night. If you don’t, you will die. It will be fun taking your head off,” I say.
With that, I stand and throw up two fingers and walk away. I call over my shoulder. “Respect my warning. Don’t play with me.”
I make it out of the house and step into the new car Mo-mo gave me for my sixteenth birthday. I freeze as a vision hits me. Looking back at the house I’ve just come from, I find myself standing inside. However, this isn’t tonight.
Even in the vision, I can feel my confusion. I tighten my hold on the wheel as the vision won’t expand and reveal anything else to me. I try several times.
I sigh in frustration and shake my head. Giving up, I start my car and take off. Sometimes you have to allow things to happen as they are meant to. Stopping them does nothing but open a new cycle for worse to happen.
No matter how much it will hurt the intended, some things aren’t my right to touch. If I do, I assume the blame and consequences.
Obviously that place has secrets I’m not meant to see. Not yet, at least. However, I will note what little I received and date it in my notebook.
As I drive away, something tightens in my chest. However, I can’t see why. I purse my lips and make a call to get my mind off it.
“Hello.”
“Hey, Elijah. I’m on my way back. Did you finish your assignments?”
“Yeah, they’re done. I’m not trying to get in trouble. Paulie pissed Mom off again.”
I snort. “I’ll pick up a pizza. You want anything else?”
“You already know what I want. I told you. I don’t think it’s weird when you show up with things I’ve been thinking about. It’s cool.
“I’ll be waiting. Thanks for the call, Sammy. Love you, bro.”
“I love you too. Tell Paulie I’ll sneak him some pizza and his favorite gummy bears too, if he doesn’t snitch on me.”
“You know he’ll snitch if he gets caught.”
I laugh. “Yeah, I know. I’m going to kick his ass later, but I’ll still bring him something.”
“Okay, cool. See you soon.”