As soon as I get out of the car, I grab my Glock from the holster and add a silencer on the tip. My soldiers get out of the car and follow behind me. I aim my gun at the underboss, shooting him in both of his legs. Dark blood seeps into the concrete and he wails in pain. His soldiers shoot at us and my soldiers kill them one by one, their bodies dropping like flies on the concrete. I hurry to the underboss as he crawls to his gun, leaving a streak of blood.
“I’ll be taking this,” I say, stepping on his tan hand, digging the heel of my brown loafers into his flesh. He screams in agony and I take his gun, strap it in my holster.
“Damien, toss this piece of shit in the trunk.”
Nodding, Damien picks up the underboss, tossing him over his shoulders.
I get back in my car and dial Aiden’s number, but he doesn’t pick up. Forty-five minutes later, I pull up the driveway of his manor, park my car, and knock on the oak door.
“What are you doing here in the middle of the night?” He rubs his eyes, yawning.
“I have a gift for you,” I tell him. “Come with me.”
He follows me to the trunk, and I hit the button on the keypad. Aiden’s eyes light up with delight, displaying his grin.
“I figured you would enjoy a mini torture.” I pat him on the back.
“Hell yeah. I haven’t carved up a body since we chopped up the hitman’s body. My hands are itching to kill someone,” he pauses. “Where did you find this trash?”
“Matteo gave me the whereabouts of one of Cashel’s underbosses. Get in the car.”
I close the trunk as Aiden slides into the driver’s seat.
We drive for hours into the middle of nowhere, then Aiden stops the car. He hits the button, popping the trunk open.
The sky is hues of purples and orange with ripples of white clouds. The smell of trees are thick in the air. Perfect day to shed more blood.
We both get out of the car, stand in front of the trunk. The underboss tries to break free from the ropes, he’s tied up. I remove the rope from his mouth, and he screams at the top of his lungs.
“Shut the fuck up,” Aiden says, grabbing his gun from his sweatpants, pounding on his face with the handle. Bones cracks in his nose and blood colors his face bright red.
“Where is Cashel?” I ask.
“On Staten island.” He slurs on his words.
I grab his phone from his pocket and swipe the screen, pulling up the keypad. what’s his number?”
“Dial number one.”
I do what he says and tap the speaker button on the screen.
Cashel picks up on the second ring. “Yeah, Leon. Did you complete the trade?”
“No, you dip shit. He’s going to be dead in the next ten minutes,” I say.
“You miss me?” Cashel chuckles through the phone. “I bet Shelby would miss riding my dick. She had good pussy. Tell me if your new wife’s pussy is just as tight? I might have to sample her too,” he laughs louder. “She can ride my dick too as she tells me how lousy of a man you are toward her.”
I grip the phone so hard it might crack.
“You come anywhere near my wife and I slaughter you. Did you like the gift I sent you?” I grit through my teeth.
He ignores my question. “Call off the war, Cayden, or you’ll watch all your people die,” he threatens.
“Nope. You brought it on yourself, you betrayed me. You think you’re going to get away for what you did, you’re dumber than I thought.” I pace the dirt ground.
“There is something you should know. The baby Shelby was carrying wasn’t yours, it was mine.” His tone is low.
“Your fucking lying.” I spit.
“No. I’m not. She was going to tell you, but she didn’t get a chance.”
I hit the end button. My brain tries to process what he said.
Aiden glances at me in shock, but doesn’t say a word. My hands tremble and my pulse accelerates. After all I’ve done for Cashel and Shelby. I’m the one who helped build up Cashel’s businesses and I also was the one who help torture and kill his father, Declan for raping him in the asshole. And Shelby, I’m the one who paid her tuition for school and got her out of poverty.
I yank Leon out of the trunk onto the dirty ground, shooting him in the head. Meat and blood flies on my pants.
Aiden and I don’t say a word as I think about Cashel’s words. The baby was his and not mine. Cashel was my best friend and for him to do that shit to me is so fucking immoral.
“Draco had no business aligning with the Irish mob,” Aiden says. Pity shines in his eyes.
I don’t respond, pain pings in my chest and my throat becomes dry. I’m sorry for what happened to you, Santo. I’m sorry baby, boy.
Devious
ROSELYN SITS AT THE END of the bed with her head bowed. I type in the code and the door slides open and her cornflower blue eyes have lost their shine and are replaced with dullness.
“Please get me out of this cell. I promise I’ll be a good wife.” Her tone is on autopilot. Her words don’t do anything for me. I don’t believe her. This could be an act to get on my good side and she can think of another way to betray me.
Leaning against the glass door, I shove my hands in my black slacks. I’ve been invited to Risqué, a sex club for trafficked women and my brothels are short on women and I need to restock. Roselyn will be the eye candy on my arm tonight.
“Take off your clothes and crawl to me.”
She stares at me
