"And what do you think? You agree with him?"
The man wasn’t the easiest person to figure out. He might be helping Lynette but it didn’t mean that he cared. And as Drew told her once before - the girl had been scared of him most of the time and if she’d been that way despite being born into mafia world, no one should feel safe and sound in Noah’s company. She’d already learnt that some of his motives were hidden, and only for him to know. You could never be sure of anything with Noah. He was unpredictable. That was what made him dangerous.
"Lynette might not deserve my help per se, but it’s not a waste of time."
She raised her eyebrow, hoping that Noah would explain it in more details. His smile turned into a terrifying smirk. "Then what’s your motive behind it?"
Noah’s phone rang. He looked at it, emptied the glass of alcohol and put it down on the bar. "Wait and you might just find out," he whispered in her ear, leaning over her small body in the armchair. He rose and held his hand out for her. "Do you want to come with me?"
It was an actual question. For the first time, there was no hidden order in his voice, but a small part of him was sure that Inéz wouldn’t turn down his invitation. She pretended to think about it, but after a few seconds she took his hand and got up to follow. Who was she kidding? It was an adventure she didn’t mind embarking on.
CHAPTER 9
His hand tightened around the gun in the holster as they were standing in front of a big, abandoned building. The area was outside the city with nothing around but wind turbines. It's desolation made it the perfect spot to conduct illegal business. No undesired witnesses, or screams to be heard.
The cold night wind hit them in the face, making Inéz shiver slightly. She hadn’t dressed for the weather. With only her jeans and a hoodie, it was hard for her to keep a straight face. Even though it was May and it should be warmer even at two in the morning, that wasn’t the case.
Noah looked at the girl from the corner of his eye but didn’t say anything. Moving towards the building, his smiled widened. Such dealings were an everyday thing for him, but they still managed to excite him tremendously. Even more than before. Terrifying satisfaction made its way throughout his body. Inéz watched him carefully as if it was possible for her to figure him out. Whatever was about to occur, she knew it wouldn’t be easy for her to see but she could somehow relate to Noah’s obvious excitement. Only in a small part that is.
Going through the big hall, old furniture covered in dust was all that was to be seen. They went up the stairs which were situated on both sides meeting in the middle. A long corridor of rooms materialized on the right. The man wrappedhis big hand around her wrist pulling her after him. It was dark and it wouldn’t be hard for the girl to lose her way not being familiar with the layout. And Noah didn’t feel like wasting time looking for her when there were more important matters to take care of.
Quiet movements were heard behind the doors at the end of the corridor. Noah’s grin twisted dangerously, making Inéz’s pulse quicken.
"Don’t lose it, cara. It’s not the place for it," he warned her.
As he loosened his grip on her the door flew open, and Nicodemo appeared in front of them. He was covered in blood from head to toe, catching the girl by surprise. Her heart went up to her throat. She swallowed her fear, trying to do exactly what her boss had told her to do. But she felt out of place because clear excitement was seen on the men’s faces and she was everything but excited. Merely curious.
The Enforcer didn’t even acknowledge her presence. He stepped back to make room for Noah to come in, which he did. Inéz wondered if she should follow him. After all, she was still a woman and if there was something she knew for certain about the mafia, was that women weren’t supposed to meddle, and even more - they shouldn’t see others taking care of business.
But Noah clearly didn’t care about those rules. He made his own that allowed for her to at least be a witness ofall that was about to go down. His determined gaze made sure ofit as she stepped towards him.
The room was at some point a bedroom since there were a large bed and a chest of drawers. She could see it clearly as the moonlight shone through the windows. There was a man lying on the dirty sheets covered in blood. Even the walls and the floor were a sickening shade of red. Not just Nicodemo, as it appeared.
"Had fun already without me?" Noah asked taking in the sight before him.
Nico shrugged. "The fucker didn’t come easily," he answered, coming closer to the man who shivered at seeing his torturer, but when he realized that they weren’t alone anymore his fear somersaulted.
"What made your dumb ass come to Las Vegas, Ivo?"
That was an important question since the man could have easily found out that the Famiglia was looking for him. After four years spent in hiding, he’d decided to come out and none of them knew why exactly.
Ivo slowly rose to a sitting position, grunting from the pain of the broken ribs and bleeding cuts peppering his entire body. He looked straight out of a horror movie. Inéz held her breath, paralyzed. She stayed in the back of the room, near the door, prepared to go out if it ever became too much for her. And she could see herself doing just that soon enough.
Pitiful sobs filled the room. Even the life-long mobster was afraid of Noah. "I have
