CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
RECEPTION CHAOS
CATCH
M y gaze swept across the faces in the room.
“The waiter to my left is wearing an earpiece,” Bianca said.
I was up to date on all things happening around us, but I’d humor my absolutely gorgeous wife.
Fuck, Bianca was finally my wife. I couldn’t wait to be deep inside her pussy. Before we made love tonight, I had a couple of surprises for her.
I tapped my earpiece as I brought the glass of champagne to my lips. “Look alive, fellas. It seems we’ve been infiltrated.” I winked at Bianca.
She pulled her lower lip into her mouth. My wife was turned on.
Holding the glass at my side, I gripped her chin and took her lips in a long passionate kiss. “We’ve got to wrap this show up, Mrs. Rizzo.”
She moaned against my lips. “Then you better get to work. I want to come at least three times tonight.”
I brushed my lips across hers and another moan escaped her.
“Ezra and Brock will take you ladies somewhere safe,” I said firmly.
Bianca’s eyes met mine. “Be careful, Catch.”
“I will, wife,” I promised with a small nod.
Turning to Ezra, I gave the signal. “They’re ready.”
Ezra spoke into his earpiece, his tone steady. “Brock, we’re on the move.”
Bianca swayed her hips confidently as she led the girls away.
I strode over to my father. “Get Mom and the Landrys out of here.”
“Our bodyguards will ensure everyone stays safe,” Dad replied, his voice calm but resolute.
“Keep the boys’ heads down,” I added, taking a step back.
Rémy and Romeo followed me toward the kitchen. I noticed the servers standing around the room lips moving.
A loud click sounded.
“The doors are locked,” Ezra stated.
“Take cover,” I ordered.
The second the Landrys’ slipped under a side booth table; I retrieved my Glock from my waist holster. “You all are fucking done here,” I roared as I fired my weapon.
Pip
Pip
Rémy and Romeo stepped beside me releasing round after round.
The servers pulled weapons from underneath the row of booths outside the kitchen and returned fire.
I glanced back, noticing Ritchie reaching inside a bag of weapons Ezra brought in earlier.
“Brock, blow the door,” I ordered.
“Guys cover me,” Brock yelled into the earpiece.
They were under fire outside too.
That psychopath motherfucker chose to destroy my reception for his precious sister.
“Ritchie, toss me one of those rifles. It’s time to go on a little hunt.”
“Woohoo,” Ritchie howled.
My cousin and I were ready to unleash some vengeance on these assholes. I peeked over my shoulder and reached out my hand. Ritchie threw me an AR-fifteen, which I caught with ease.
“Let’s move out, Ritchie.”
My anger was boiling over as we took down each of the servers with effortless precision.
“Rémy, Romeo, make sure everyone gets out safe. Ritchie and I will find that motherfucker,” I shouted.
“We’re on it.” Rémy nodded.
Ritchie and I hastily made our way into the kitchen, unsure of what awaited us. Out of nowhere, a frying pan came hurtling towards my head.
"Duck, Ritchie!" I shouted as I narrowly avoided being hit.
I aimed my rifle at the woman who threw the pan. She quickly raised her hands in surrender. "I don't kill women, but my wife and her friends do," I stated confidently.
Ritchie and I exchanged amused looks before focusing back on the situation at hand.
"Sit down," I commanded, as Ritchie secured her wrists with zip ties.
Without wasting any time, we continued onward. Suddenly, a loud boom reverberated from the next room, causing the ground to shake beneath our feet. My heart pounded against my chest as I hoped our team had successfully evacuated the women and the rest of the family from the building.
Bullets hurled through the air as we approached the back door. Staring through our scopes, Ritchie and I branched off.
Three men popped out, firing their weapons. I dropped to the floor and waved my AR-fifteen side to side spraying their legs with bullets.
Their screams and grunts filled my ears bringing a smile to my lips. I fired three shots. One to the head for each of them.
Moving back to the rear entrance, I smirked at Ritchie. “Are we clear?” I asked.
“Yup,” he replied.
I reached for the doorknob and counted down from three before swinging the door open. Ritchie kept watch through his scope as we cautiously stepped outside. My heart raced as I saw five SUVs directly in front of us, one with a mounted machine gun on its roof.
“Catch, I see you and your cousin made it past my hired guns,” Mavin growled into a CB from the passenger seat.
“You have until five pm to return my sister or else the Massas go to war with the Espositos. I wonder how they’ll feel about their precious bodyguard creating an unnecessary war,” he chuckled.
My brows lowered. “If you want to go to war. Fine. The war will be with the Pituccos. My family. Not the Espositos.”
He leaned forward holding my gaze. “It’s been decided war with the Espositos if she’s not returned.”
Fuck!
“You’ll receive a call from your sister once she reaches a private airstrip in Baltimore at seven eastern time this evening,” I bit out.
Silence.
“Smart man. Trying to escape more bloodshed?” he questioned.
“No, there’s just no reason for any more men to die today. However, if you’re ready to die right here, right now. I have no problem blowing you to fucking smithereens,” I sneered.
His face twisted into a snarl. “Sounds like you want to wipe me off the map.”
“Mavin, I had no beef with you until you and your sister tried to ruin my wedding and reception,” I spat, still pointing my rifle at his SUV.
He chuckled. “You say that with a machine gun pointed at you. See you soon, Catch.”
They backed out of the parking lot.
Ritchie and I lowered our weapons.
Ritchie slid his hand across his forehead, removing a layer of sweat. “When we return home, we’ll talk to Nick.”
“Agreed, cousin. Time to wipe the Massas off the map.”