29. Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Twenty-Nine
WHERE IS THE GHOST?
Aaliyah
When he woke up, he was going to be pissed. After we fucked, we both went to lay down so he could rest before Grasso arrived and so I could pretend to rest before Grasso arrived. The combination of sex and his medication left him drained.
I wasn’t an idiot. Antonio couldn’t hide his pain from me. I knew he was waiting for his medication to take effect when he wanted to fuck. I also knew that once he fell asleep, he would be out like a light, allowing me to deal with Grasso alone.
I didn’t like people fucking with my family. Grasso played a significant part in the death of my father-in-law, who was the only parent my husband had and cared for him, even though I was the intended victim. He’d have to pay for his role in Papa Rizzo’s death just like his grandfather.
People looked at me as a lady. I didn’t mind it, as long as they didn’t underestimate me, which was something I couldn’t tolerate. Today was the day I would step out of the role of being the prim and proper lady these men viewed me as. Today I would show Agent Grasso why my father entrusted me to handle the men of his world. I was Abasi’s secret weapon, and I was also my husband’s.
I opened the door of the “Chapel,” the sound of Grasso’s curses echoed off the once sacred walls. When Tony first showed me this place, I couldn’t believe that the Rizzo’s actually had a church built on their estate. The ground and building blessed by the now deceased Archbishop of Chicago. Apparently, Tony’s grandfather was a devout Catholic and would spend hours in here trying to atone for his sins according to his father. He also made his men attend church in hopes that they would all be forgiven for the things they had done for the Family.
Papa Rizzo was Catholic too, but not as devout and decided that this place was as good as any for those who went against the Rizzo family to meet their end under the watchful eye of the Virgin Mary and all the murals of Saints painted on the ceilings and incorporated in the stained-glass windows of the building. Personally, I found the place creepy. It felt like the statues and paintings were watching my every move, silently passing judgment on the decisions I had made in my life. But it was hard to deny it was the best place to take care of business without the risk of someone seeing you. Today it would be used to get rid of Agent Grasso, only after he gave me the information I wanted.
Where is the Ghost?
As I walked down the aisle between the pews, the sound of my black stiletto heeled boots reverberated throughout the chapel, capturing the attention of all the men in the room.
I couldn’t stand the smug smile that spread across Agent Grasso’s face. I couldn’t wait to wipe it off. All he saw was a beautiful woman, so I played it up for him. I was dressed in a sleek all-black catsuit that hugged my curves, paired with black stiletto-heeled calf boots. A chignon held my hair tightly at the nape of my neck, while a bold, blood red lipstick adorned my lips. This man thought he could play me and play my husband. Today he’d die for it.
“Decided to join the fun, huh?” he asked, his voice laced with a mix of amusement and malice, as he struggled against the restraints of the chair tied to the altar like the sacrificial lamb that he was.
“The fun can’t start until I get here, Agent. You should know that by now,” I said.
“Untie me, and I’ll show you how much fun we can have,” he said, perusing my body as I walked closer to him, then he licked his lips. “I’ll fuck you until you scream my name.”
I crossed my hands over my chest, purposefully accentuating my curves, and his gaze immediately gravitated towards my breasts. Women will always be a man’s downfall. Instead of focusing on how to get out of his predicament, he was focused on trying to fuck me.
“Where is the Ghost?”
His gaze lingered a little too long on my breasts before he finally looked at me.
“Don’t know who you’re talking about.”
I stepped closer, and with my perfectly manicured red nail, I traced a line along his jaw, pulling a hiss from him when I broke the skin. He liked pain but he wouldn’t like the pain he was about to endure.
“You know, Agent,” I said. “I hate when people lie to me, especially in the house of the Lord. On sacred ground. That’s a sure way to get a one-way ticket to Hell faster.”
He shrugged, his shoulders rising and falling with indifference. “Either fuck me or kill me but get it over with. I’m not telling you shit.”
With a toss of my head, laughter bubbled up from deep within me before I refocused my gaze on him. “You really think you’re in charge, huh? I’m definitely not going to fuck you. My husband does a very wonderful job of that. But I will kill you after I get my answers.”
“You don’t have it in you to kill me, bitch,” he said with a smirk. “Why don’t you go back in the house and let the men handle the hard work sweetie.”
“Did you hear that Luca?” I asked, but never taking my eyes off Grasso. “Agent Grasso doesn’t think I have it in me to kill him.”
“I heard Donna,” Luca said, chuckling. “I think you need to show him.”
“I think that’s exactly what I should do. Could you please hand me that nail gun?” I asked, pointing towards a work bench near one of the stained-glass windows.
“Yes, Donna.”
There were men working on replacing the framing around the windows, leaving some equipment scattered around the room. And right now, I was grateful because it was going to get me the information I needed.
As I reached out, Luca placed the nail gun in my palm, its rubber grip cool against my skin. It was heavy but it would do the job. As I approached Agent Grasso, the smug expression on his face vanished. A look of fear swept across his eyes. I already asked him where she was, so I wasn’t going to ask him again.
As I held the nail gun in my hand, I could feel the weight of it against my palm, and I didn’t hesitate to pull the trigger. The nail pierced through the back of his hand, causing him to howl in pain as it lodged into the wooden armrest of the chair. The chapel echoed with his piercing screams and curses as he fought against his restraints. Luckily, there was no one around to hear the sound. And Papa had the place sound proofed, so not even a pin dropping could be heard from outside.
“Now, where is the Ghost?” I asked for a second time.
“I... I don’t know,” he stammered. “Fuckkk!”
“Not the answer, I’m looking for Agent,” I said, placing the nail gun against his other hand and squeezed the trigger.
The church echoed once again with his curses and cries. From the corner of my eye, I observed my men shifting on their feet. Yes, this was uncomfortable, but I always did what needed to be done to protect my family. To protect myself. He knew where she was, and he was going to tell me.
“Let me tell you how I know you’re lying to me. Maybe that will show you that you will not leave this place without telling me what you know. See my husband and other people that I personally know use the Ghost. She will be looking for the rest of her payment after the job is done. How are you supposed to pay her if you’ve had no contact with her?” I positioned the nail gun against his shoulder. “Your grandfather is dead, thanks to my husband which makes you her contact now.”
“If you let me go, I’ll tell you.”
I sighed. “Why is it always, I’ll tell you if you let me go?” I couldn’t help but mock him with a sarcastic tone.
“If you kill me, you’ll never find her.”
I nonchalantly shrugged. “Maybe. Maybe not. But either way you die. Do you want your death to be painful or easy? The choice is yours,” I said, pulling the trigger.
Tears streaked down his face as he screamed again.
“How much do you want to suffer for the bitch, Grasso? Because I can do this all fucking day. I can drag this out until you’re fucking hanging on by a thread. Or I can make it end quick and easy.”
I glanced at my watch. It was almost four o’clock. It wouldn’t be too long, and Tony would be awake. I wanted to finish this before then.
“Time’s ticking, Grasso. I’ve got shit to do, and that doesn’t involve standing here listening to you whine like a little bitch. Where is she?”
“She’s probably in California,” he mumbled.
“And why do you think that?”
He shrugged. “The last time I spoke with her about finishing the job, I overheard the boarding call.”
“And when was the last time you spoke with her?”
“After she hit the hospital,” he said.
“Address?”
“All I know is she was headed to Santa Monica?
“And you don’t know her name?” I asked.
“I heard someone speaking with her over the phone one time and they called her Celia.”
“No last name?”
He shook his head.
I pressed the nail gun against his forehead. His eyes widened for just a moment. “That’s all I need.” I squeezed the trigger, stopping any protest he would have.
As soon as I gave the nail gun to Luca, the chapel doors burst open and there was my husband, in all his glory. As he stood with his cane, his eyes transformed from anger to desire as I approached. As soon as I got to him, I scraped my nails along his chest. Just as I was about to reach the waistband of his slacks, he grabbed my wrist.
“ Bella ,” he asked, his brow arched, “Who did you wear that outfit for?”
I replied sweetly, “Of course, it’s for you.”
His eyes narrowed. “I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk.”
I couldn’t suppress the smile that spread across my face. “Give me your best shot, husband.”