I step over his body, making my way back into the hallway before sending the film and message--This little piggy should have stayed at home.
I make my way down the corridors, walking fast but not enough to bring attention, breezing past some workers loading up crates of alcohol. They don’t even look up. The cold London air hits me as I pull my coat tighter. Just as I walk out the alley, a high-pitched scream fills the air, making my lips twitch. Disappearing into the crowd. I’m good looking, yet forgettable. My looks fits every other guy out on a Saturday night.
I grab my list out of my pocket, crossing off another name.
Three more to go.
They will never see me coming.
Chapter Four
Romeo
“I don’t care what you have to do! Find this man! I want him,” I hiss to the crowd of men that have gathered in the main room. Luca got killed last night. Fucking poisoned. They sent me the video of his last moments, with that sick little message again. Everyone knows the nursery rhyme five little piggies; two are dead, meaning there’s another three to go. Only this stops here. I’m going to get this sick, twisted, sociopath and make him pay. I watch all their eyes widen in fear, then curt nods as the room empties.
Alec, my second and the under boss, follows me to my office. As soon as I shut the door, I spin to him, the facade falling away showing my pure rage.
“This man knows us; he knows where we will be,” I snarl. This alone should have heads rolling. We were meant to be private, keep ourselves hidden, so no moves could be made against us. Instead, we’ve all fallen prey.
“I’ve got all the Capo’s finding out where our soldiers were.”
I shake my head as I pull off my jacket, chucking it over my chair. “That’s not good enough. He’s been able to get to two of our men! How long do you think it will take for people to start talking! Thinking we are weak.” This is not just a message or a warning. It’s a declaration of war. Alec undoes his tie, pulling it off as if it’s choking him. When he looks back up to me his eyes are filled with hunger for retaliation and cover the streets of London red in this guy’s blood.
“We will find him. You have my word.”
A knock comes at the door, I swing it open, ready to put a bullet between their eyes. All thoughts and words fail me as Dante stands there, unfazed by the chaos happening around us. He is always cool, put together, no emotion plays on his face. He holds out a sheet with names, times, and crosses. “All my men checked out; they were all where they said they were.” That low voice, swirls around me, mixed with the dark look in his eyes, and I can only nod. Dante’s eyes stay on mine a second longer before turning to Alec who he gives a nod to.
“Come in.” His body growing taller as he enters.
I hand him the photos of Luca. Watching as he flicks through them like Roberto’s. “What do you think?” Those dark eyes slowly raise to meet mine.
“This isn’t a silly grudge, this is revenge.” His words are careful, slow, but strong.
“What do you mean?” Alec snatches the photo’s back as if he can see the same thing as Dante, but Alec's mind isn’t sharp like his. He sees black and white, only what's in front of him. Dante is smart you can see the intelligence in his eyes, and the way he watches a room. He doesn’t act off emotions.
“He’s picked these men for a reason. They are not random. He’s used their vices to kill them.”
Alec snorts. “This is some moral killer?” His lips spread into a smile, thinking he was joking and hasn’t got a clue.
Before I can say anything, Dante speaks up. “No, he’s made it painful, he showed the world their sin’s, made their death a shameful one.” His voice holds a dark undercurrent that wipes the smile off Alec’s lips as I nod.
“This is personal?”
Dante nods. “That would be my guess.”
Alec shakes his head. “That list is pretty fucking big. To find one guy? Impossible.”
He was right. You didn’t become as powerful as we had without treading on a few people. We had taken enough lives that we could fill a morgue. It could be any of their families, or another family starting a war. Though my gut told me something else.
“We are going to find out who is messing with us. Then we are going to kill them,” I snarl.
Alec’s phone rings, and he pulls it out, cursing before leaving the room. Leaving Dante and me. The air becomes thicker, electricity building between us. Like two magnets we are pulled together. We come together, mouths clashing, hands feeling all the hard muscles. No care that the room is unlocked, that anyone could walk in here, it adds to the thrill, the danger.
My fingers tighten in his hair. I feel his body go rigid as he looks at me with those dark eyes, a flicker of dominance and defiance flashes in them; he is an alpha, but I’m
