Nico’s POV
Nico’s POV
I had my men out there, listening to what was going on, but I stayed back at the compound as long as I could. I needed to heal first. I found out Dominic took over Don Sanchez’s men, with Maximo at his back. Those fuckin’ cunts!
So now I had to figure out how to take out Dominic alone because there was no way in fuck I could take him and his clan down with the men I had. I was able to recruit more men, but they wanted a plan in place before they would do anything. Fuckin’ pussies!
After one of my rager moments, I had the idea.
The Fire Dragons MC. They hated Dominic.
Dominic had been in a feud with the president of the MC, Demon.
I don’t remember why, but it escalated after Dominic’s fat bitch wife got kidnapped by them.
Dominic and his men killed several of the Dragons men, only pissing Demon off more.
He wanted Dominic’s blood. More than I did really.
I could use that. So I reached out to Demon and told him we have a mutual enemy to take care of.
My plan? Meet up with Dominic and ask him to step back from the business between me and Maximo since his wife was very pregnant.
Maybe scare him into thinking Sophie was more important than aligning with Maximo.
Then while at the meet-up, let the Fire Dragons MC kill Dominic.
Then, I would only have Maximo to deal with.
When I met with Demon, I made sure not to let him know I was really wanting Dominic out of the picture so I could go after Maximo. He had asked me about the ambush, and I played it down to stupidity and grief.
“Maximo’s wife killed my aunt. I lost my shit. My aunt had been the only one in my life who gave a shit about me.” I tried to make it sound as real as possible. It wasn’t entirely a lie, but I wanted to play it off that my grief and shock consumed me into doing something stupid.
“And what about Leo? You lost your Second in that ‘mistake’.” I had to keep my temper at bay even though I wanted to launch across his desk and throttle the shit out of him.
Could I take on Demon? Most likely. Yeah he was a big, buffed, and rough looking guy, but I had fought my whole life.
He did have some gnarly scars and so many tattoos it was hard to make out his physique too well.
But I was pretty sure I could take him. But he had a lot of MC brothers here who would take me down within a few minutes of taking down their president, so not a good idea at all.
I lowered my head, like I was ashamed. “I lost a great man because of my grief and stupid actions. That’s something I will have to live with.”
“You do realize if you take down Dom, you will be in direct competition with Maximo Ruiz.”
“If I take down Dominic, I would have his clan and the men he took over from Don Sanchez. I would have enough men to stand up against Maximo. I would use that opportunity to admit I made a mistake and call fora truce with him. My goal had always been to take down Dominic and his clan and become the second biggest clan. I’m not stupid. I know I can’t take on Maximo.”
What I didn’t say was I planned on taking Maximo down if he didn’t let me kill his bitch. His men killed some of my men, I killed some of his. I called that a draw. If I could kill Aria, I could respect a truce. For the time being.
Demon studied me for a minute, then smiled an ugly grin. People said I looked like a bulldog. This man looked like a pig that had been chewed up and spit out multiple times.
“You give me Dom, and you can do what the fuck ever you want after. That bitch needs to be taken down for fucking with my brothers.”
I told him my plan for a set-up and he agreed. I let him know we would have to wait a little longer because I wanted his fat bitch to be ready to pop so the pressure I used would be more effective, more realistic. At least now I had a plan.
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Two weeks later, I used a burner phone to call Dominic while sitting in the compound’s office. He was less than thrilled to hear from me, as I expected.
“Dominic, it’s Nico Cattaneo.”
He sounded irritated. “I know who it is, you dumbass.”
I gritted my teeth, but pushed through. “I wanted to meet up with you, in a safe place, to talk about what we could do to call a truce. I know I fucked up going into Maximo’s home. I was just crazy pissed that his wife killed my aunt.”
“The Black Widow was your aunt?”
Was he playing dumb, or did he not really know? That fuckin’ cunt! I chose to play along.
I sighed. “Yeah, she was my aunt. We didn’t see each other much. She was my mother’s sister. I know my mother was protective of her.” That was a lie, but he didn’t really need to know that.
“Oh. I’m sorry to hear that.” He actually sounded genuine.
“So, I wanted to figure out how to call a truce with Maximo. I can’t do this over the phone. I don’t want him tracing me so he can come in guns blazing before we could try to negotiate a truce, if you know what I mean?”
He was quiet for a minute or two. “Yeah, that wouldn’t work for a truce.”
I forced a chuckle. “No, not really. And I need to think about, and protect, Eliana.”
Honestly, I hadn’t thought once about my skank wife since shit went down, but maybe it would make me sound more approachable.
“How is she doing? This can’t be easy for her?” He sounded curious.
I tried to sound guilty. “Yeah, her father has pulled back contact because of me, which is also my fault. I need to fix that shit with them too. But one thing at a time.”
My men had been keeping tabs on Don Valentino and found out he had dropped any further contact with Eliana, so that wasn’t going to help me one bit.
“Hmmm. And why would I want to help you out?”
“Well, I know Sophie is pregnant and ready to pop anytime now,” I heard him growl through the phone, “and I would think the less stress on her the better. If she’s worried about you getting into fights with me, that wouldn’t be good for her.”
I waited, hoping this dumb fuck would take the bait.
“First of all,” he grounded out, making me clench my fist, “don’t ever speak of my life.”
Interesting. So he really did love that fat cow.
“And second, I guess I would have to agree with you. This would cause her more stress and at a bad time in the pregnancy.”
“So, would you be willing to meet up with me, and help me figure out the best way to call a truce with Maximo?”
I waited, gritting my teeth, fist still clenched on my lap.
He sighed loudly. “Yeah. Yeah, okay we could do that. Work on a truce. But this doesn’t mean I like you or will align with you. That shit at Mximo’s house was beyond fucked up.”
My jaw was hurting with how tight my jaw was. I tried to relax it as best as I could.
“Yeah, I know. I really fucked shit up. I have a lot to clean up.”
I really wanted to say, ‘Fuck you and your little bitch boy,’ but I knew I needed to persuade him to meet for any of this to work.
“I’ll call you in about a week and we can meet. Sound good?”
“Yeah, that’s fine. Let me know when you’re ready.”
“Yeah.” I paused wishing I didn’t have to say this part. In a calm, gracious tone I said, “Thanks, Dominic. I really appreciate you helping me out.”
Pause. “Yeah, Nico, no problem.”
Then we hung up. I grabbed a glass weight that looked like a lion and hurled it across the room, where it shattered.
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The last week has been hell. I hadn’t been sleeping well since Leo died, but this past week was worse.
I could feel myself unraveling. But I needed to keep my shit together just a little longer.
I finally made the call to Dominic, and the plan was in motion.
But this evening he would be dead. I sent him the location of a deserted industrial area in between our two locations.
It had been Demon’s idea. He would have his men set up an hour before the meet time, so they could move in after I blasted Dominic that he was just a pawn in this game.
Couldn’t wait to watch him get taken the fuck down, fuckin’ pretty boy bitch.
Before heading out, I made sure I had a bulletproof vest on. As I was strapping it on, Eliana came into the doorway of my office.
In a rushed, agitated tone, she said, “Nico, you’re gonna get yourself killed with whatever this is you’re doing.”
After finishing setting my vest on my chest just right, I walked over to her, as she started backing away. But before she got too far I slapped her across the face.
“Mind your own fuckin’ business, bitch!”
Two of my men came over and guided her away. Probably to keep me from doing more to her.
I was wired and pissed. My adrenaline was pumping through my body, and I was ready to pounce.
Once we had everything set, I made sure I had everything I needed. This couldn’t go wrong. Dominic had to die so I could go after Aria and Maximo.
I muttered out loud, “Once this shits over, I won’t even need that bitch around anymore.”
Eliana had served her purpose, but it had been useless.
Don Valentino wouldn’t even help out his own daughter, that fuckin’ pussy bitch!
Not that I would raise a hand to protect her either, but she was just a wife to me.
Not blood. But I guess family isn’t all they crack it up to be. Fuckin’ hypocrites really.
I had four men in each of the two SUVs that I had come along. I didn’t want it to look like we were there to intimidate them. That’s what Demon and his MC brothers were there for.
When we pulled up, Dominic was standing outside his SUV, and a second SUV was there too. He had twelve men with him. Pansy bitch! But it wouldn’t be enough against the Dragons. That made me smile as I approached Dominic. I made sure to keep a distance to ensure this was casual.
I didn’t give a fuck for waiting, even though I probably should have, when I blurted out, “You really are fucking stupid.”
I smirked at him, drawing my gun. My men drew too, but so did Dominic and his men. We were all aiming guns at each other.
“Did you really think I wanted a truce with that cunt? Fuck, his bitch killed my aunt. They are both going to pay for it.”
I heard movement behind me, smiling wider.
Dominic laughed, making my smile drop and I stiffened. “We knew it was a fucking setup you dumbfuck.” Dominic smirked at me as his own men moved in closer to block him.
What the fuck was going on? Something wasn’t right. I heard the movement behind me keep moving, but the sound slowed and quieted down.
“That’s why I’ve got Maximo here as well as Carlo Garcia.”
The movement behind me stopped completely. I saw movement out of the corner of my eye, making me turn in that direction. Fuckin’ Maximo, holding a gun pointed up towards me, and several of hims men coming up behind him, also heavily armed.
Sonofabitch!
Demon spoke up somewhere behind me and off to the side. “What the fuck, Nico? You said you were meeting with Dom, not Maximo, you fuck!”
I glared at Maximo, who still had his gun pointed at me, while mine was still aimed at Dominic.
“This bitch tried to take out my wife, at my house, so this bitch is mine. This little bitch knew you had a problem with Dom, so he set this up so you would take Dom out of the picture and he could go after me. But I bet the little bitch boy here didn’t account for us knowing about his little plan thanks to Geronimo.
And he didn’t account for me having an alliance with Carlo Garcia. Did you?” The fucker smirked at me.
I was getting fuckin’ pissed now. “I don’t fuckin’ see Carlo here you, stupid cunt.”
Maximo grinned wider at me, pointed a finger up back behind him, making me glance up. On top of a roof several feet away stood Carlo Garcia holding a gun along with several of his men lined up along the roof, guns pointed down on us.
Motherfucker!
Demon grunted out, “Well fuck me. You’re on your own, fucker. We have nothing to deal with Maximo.”
Fuckin’ pussy bitch!
Maximo told Demon that his beef with Dominic is done or he’ll come after him. Demon actually agreed. What a real fuckin’ pussy!
The MC men started to move back, when what Maximo said next set me off. Told my men to back down, join another clan or disband.
And then, “But Nico is done.”
Death it is! I would fight until the fuckin’ end. I turned my eyes back to Dominic and fired my gun.
Please hit that fuckin’ bitch!
My shot range out then another shot that hit me in the same fuckin’ arm that bitch hit, making my arm jerk back.
Dominic and his men had time to get him covered before I was being pistol whipped upside the head.
I felt the blood start to trickle down the side of my head as my gun was yanked out of my hand.
Just as I was turning my head back, he punched me in the jaw, making me flinch back.
I swung back hard, and nailed him in the ribs.
Got you, you fuckin’ bitch!
We kept going at each other. He wasn’t as rough and tough as me, but he was a good fighter.
I had to give the bitch that much. One hit to my jaw, hit to his side, hit to my shoulder that was shot that burned like a bitch, making me wince and stumble back, but I came back at him.
Punch, punch, punch, punch. Hit to my stomach, hit to his rib again, my jaw, his jaw, and my shoulder again.
That was really taking a toll on me. I needed to get him locked down and closer to me.
I grabbed him and pulled him to me, planning to hold him in a partial bear hug long enough to get my hands around his fuckin’ throat and squeeze the life out of him.
But the fucker took me by surprise and did a sucker move, kicked my in the fuckin’ balls making me drop to my knees, breathing harder than I had been before.
I was struggling trying to catch my breath with the searing pain in my crotch, burning pain in my arm and shoulder.
I couldn’t let him take me down. I fuckin’ couldn’t.
Before I could react though, Maximo was next to me, grabbing me by my hair, gripped in and yanked hard, making my head go back.
I glared at the fucker.
“This is for my wife, you worthless piece of shit!”
Before I had time to realize what was happening, I felt a searing, sharp pain stretch across my throat.
The pain was excruciating, and I felt wetness drip down my neck.
I stared at Maximo, realizing this fucker got the best of me.
I could feel my energy, my life draining, bleeding, literally out of me.
But I stared at him until I could see, and feel, nothing else.