There’s a loud clatter as Vince drops his weapon and I immediately lean down, wrap his collar around my wrist, and yank him out. He struggles, but not much, probably because there’s enough firepower pointed at his face to make him unrecognizable.
Nobody wants their mom to have to try to ID their face after its been blown in.
Throwing him on the floor, I step over his body and level my gun at his forehead before leaning forward and pressing it into his skin. He whimpers but doesn’t try to move away from me.
Good. I hate pussies.
“Who hired you?” It’s the only thing that we need to know. Honestly, we all know that it’s a cousin.
But which one?
Were they working together?
He bites down, clenching his jaw together, and shakes his head. “I ain’t no rat.”
Pressing my pistol harder into his forehead, I grit my teeth. “You want to die, Vince? Who the fuck hired you?”
He’s sweating. Fucking disgusting. There’s no way that he’s going to make it out of this in one piece. I know it, my boys all know it, but I have no idea if he’s figured it out yet.
I wait. This fucker doesn’t realize that I have all the time in the world. Even though I was exhausted when I first kicked down his door, my adrenaline has kicked in now, and I’m not going anywhere until we get the information that we need.
“Ben. It was Ben.” He sounds defeated, and I grin.
“Ben. You mean Benito?” My fucking cousin shortened his name. Why he can’t wear our Italian heritage like a badge of pride, I don’t know.
“Yeah, Benito.” Vince opens his mouth to say something else, but I don’t give him the chance.
The silencer I’d slipped on my pistol works wonders and his head falls back with a thunk onto the floor. Blood immediately starts pooling around him and I take a step back, not wanting to get any of it on my shoes.
Ricky is the first to speak. “It’s a shame about the floors. The hardwood was nice.” When I look at him, I’m not surprised to see him smiling. Ricky’s one fucked-up dude and never shies away from doing our dirty work.
I kick Vince, even though I know he’s dead. “Take care of him, okay? I’ll send Johnny for you.”
Ricky nods and I walk out, followed closely by Arlo, and Valentino. Matty will stay behind and make sure that things run smoothly. It’s always good to have two people cleaning up a body, just in case. Ricky’s next step will be to call our friend at the morgue. Well, he’s not really our friend, but when you owe the Torenti family, it’s better to be called a friend than an enemy.
We’re going to go check in with Pops and I need to lay eyes on Eva. I’m sure that she’ll have passed out by now. I’m so tired that I don’t think I can get us home safely, but by the time we pull up in the driveway, the sun is starting to come up and I get my second wind.
“You guys go to the dining room and wait for me there. I’m going to check on Eva and send Johnny over to help Ricky, okay?”
The three of them nod and file into the house, but before I can make it down the hall, Pops stops me. He looks like he was up all night long, and I immediately get worried. Pops doesn’t miss his sleep. That’s why the five of us went out last night without him.
“Is it done?” When I nod at him, he smiles. “Good. Then we’ll meet around the table in a moment. But you need to know about Eva. She’s a fighter. We ended up giving her a pill and tying her down. You’ll see. She’s fine now, but you need to think long and hard about what you’re going to do with her. You know that she can’t threaten the family.”
“She won’t.” Even as I tell Pops this, though, I’m not sure if I’m right. The way Eva was freaking out last night tells me that she may very well go to the police, and we simply can’t have that.
There’s a certain way that our family deals with people who threaten it. I know that. Hell, I just dispensed that justice.
“You better make sure. If you can’t, Roque, then understand that I will.” Pops walks past me without another word. I know that I need to check in on Eva and make it fast. Johnny needs to help Ricky, and everyone will be waiting for their next orders.
Fuck.
Taking a deep breath, I knock on the Eva’s door. Johnny opens it immediately. “Go to Ricky and Matty,” I tell him. “They’ll need a ride after the morgue stops by.” He’s silent, which I like, and leaves me alone with Eva.
Eva. Fuck.
She’s got a half-melted ice pack on one ankle and is tied spread eagle to the bed. Her head is turned to the side and there’s some drool from her cracked mouth wetting the pillow. Even though she looks like hell, my cock still stirs when I look at her.
After I take care of a man, I love to bury myself in some pussy, but that’s not happening right now. Fuck.
Running my hand through my hair, I leave the room, locking it behind me. I have to figure out how to make sure that she doesn’t talk, but before then, we have to get rid of Benito.
Chapter 11
Eva
I’m freezing. There’s voices in the room with me, and that’s probably what woke me up, but now that I’m awake, I want nothing more than to pull a blanket up over my body and wipe the drool from my chin. I never drool when I sleep.
What in the world happened?
I realize with a start that I was given a
