Chapter 2
CHAPTER
TWO
WICTOR
Watching her leave I grind my jaw because every time she walks out the door she takes my heart with her. We have never talked about emotion or where we are going, we just sort of met, gravitated toward one another, and decided to embark on this secret hidden sexual encounter. We haven’t exchanged last names or disclosed personal information of any kind. We have not moved past the physical. Well, she hasn’t.
I am in love with her. Every part of her from her strong demeanor that I know is a facade. I can see the pain and misery inside of and when I ask about it, she simply gets on top of me and the conversation is over. The thing is I want to take care of her, be her rock, be her partner, be her husband, and the love of her life like she is mine. But, there is a little problem…she doesn’t know that I am the current leader of the Pruszkow, the Polish Mob.
Two years ago, my first cousin Jakub Wojcik, grandson of the Polish Don, bastard son of the Pruszkow leader, discovered his father’s betrayal and killed him. He effectively ended our family’s reign and opened the gates for a new breed of mobsters to take over. Since he left Chicago he could care less. The thing is, he wanted it destroyed completely but he didn’t want to come back to Chicago to do it himself, having a wife and kids at home in New York.
So one day out of the blue he called me and asked me and my brother if we would be willing to come here and dismantle what was left of our family’s organization once and for all. My father, another son of the Don, raised us in Los Angeles far from the business of killing, but we had our own operation in L.A. and although we were far removed from this part of life, we were still trained to defend ourselves and the way of the Pruzkow. So, I told my cousin right and here I am in Chicago.
“Shit.” My phone rings and immediately I know the ringtone. “Speak,” I say to my brother Piotr.
“There is a meeting of the three families tomorrow and our attendance is requested.” Damn it, I don't have time for this shit. Motherfucker. I had plans to trap one of my uncle's lackeys who has been talking a little too much and trying to make trouble.
“I will be home soon. We need to find Bartek today.”
“Located him an hour ago.” That is why my brother, and I work so well together
“excellent. send me the address. Anything interesting being whispered in the streets?”
“As a matter of fact, it seems the lost DeSantis has been spotted in the city.” No fucking way.
“What a dumb fuck. Why would he come back here? Doesn’t he know there is a bounty on his head?”
“Word has it his daughter is here running Chicago and as we both know it is being said she is aiding him.”
“Wow. If that's true, she has a death wish because from what I hear, the leader is a scary kobieta.” Apparently she walks around with a sword that she is not afraid to use.
“No shit. Seems she has no issue slaying her own blood if she feels betrayed.”
“I wonder if the daughter will be in attendance?”
“The leader just landed so I would assume so.” Okay this situation just went from tenuous to dangerous.
“Well I guess we better come prepared.”
“I was thinking the same thing.” my brother says, agreeing with me.
“Let’s get this shit over with.” Bartek is as good as dead. Well, looks like it’s time to play the game.