CHAPTER TWENTY
VINO
In just two days, I was getting married. But first—I had a maggot to exterminate.
“Oh yes, just like that. I can’t believe it’s been months since you’ve been inside me,” Crista moaned.
“You know I’m in the middle of a war, Crista,” Michelangelo grunted.
I rolled my eyes, watching them from the darkness of her dingy bedroom closet.
“Give it to me, Daddy,” she cooed.
“That’s right. Take this dick,” he groaned, head dropping back in ecstasy.
“I’m about to come,” he roared.
I shoved open the closet doors, Glock aimed and ready. “I don’t think so.”
Crista screamed.
Michelangelo reacted fast. He dove for the pistol stashed under his pillow. Clutching it under his arm, he squeezed the trigger.
A bullet slammed into my chest.
I staggered, but kept my footing. My return fire came quick—two clean shots.
Pip.
Pip.
One to the leg. One to the wrist. He collapsed, howling in agony.
After that, I no longer heard Crista screaming.
I snatched his gun and set it on the nightstand.
Tapping my earpiece, I waited for my brother to pick up.
“Yeah, Vino?”
“Did you get him?” I asked.
“Yeah. He was walking out of the school with his daughter. Maddie got her clear before bullets flew.”
“Fuck,” Vince groaned.
“You all right?”
“I took a couple rounds. Nothing fatal.”
“The sister?” I smirked at Michelangelo.
“Maddie already collected her,” Vince confirmed.
“Perfect,” I said, smiling like a madman at Michelangelo’s bleeding, broken, naked body.
“Good. Talk to you later.”
I ended the call.
“Luigi and Serenella will be sleeping with the fishes soon,” I said, grinning maniacally.
“You fucking bastard,” Michelangelo bit out.
“Boss, you got shot in the arm too,” Lativia pointed out.
I noticed Crista’s limp, naked body on the floor at Lativia’s feet with a tranquilizer sticking out of her neck.
I glanced at my arm; blood was gushing from the bullet wound. “Fuck, you’re right.”
Lativia hurried to my side, taking off her belt. While I kept my Glock aimed at Michelangelo, she wrapped the belt tightly around my arm to stem the bleeding.
“You thought you’d come to my town and just take my family’s businesses. Now your family won’t have shit. My uncles are taking over your territory now.”
I slammed the butt of my gun in his pretty face.
“Ah,” he cried.
“The Romanos have always been bigger than the Santons. You hated that. Now I’m going to introduce you to a prisoner I’ve got locked up in my warehouse. Right before my honeymoon, I’ll kill you both. And turn you into ground chuck. You’ll be delivered to your grandmama. She can have you for dinner.”
“You sick fuck,” he managed to choke out.
“I’ll show you sick, you worthless piece of shit.
“Calling my woman out of her name was uncalled for. You’ll pay for that.” I might’ve slammed my Glock into his head a few more times before vacating his goomars home.
We torched her little house—couldn’t leave any evidence behind.
“Chop her up and sink her body parts to the bottom of the Hudson,” I told Lativia.
“Got it, boss.”
The war was officially over.