Page 11 of Mafia Kingdom

"Yeah," he says, breaking the silence. "For Danny."

Lucas's eyes flash with determination. “We need to go to the site of Danny’s shooting,” he says, the edge in his voice unmistakable. He’s set on finding and punishing the shooter. Revenge fuels him, and I can't say I disagree. Whoever did this needs to pay.

I lean forward, resting my elbows on the desk. "And what exactly do you plan to do when we get there? Remember, I was there, too." I say, trying to keep my voice calm, reasonable. But I shrug my damaged shoulder for emphasis.

He doesn't hesitate. "You may have missed something I won’t; you weren’t exactly in a great state of mind after watching Danny being shot.” His eyes are cold, hard as steel.

I sigh, running a hand through my hair. He’s right. Thinking back, I know I could have missed something.

“I had three other men search the area …”

His jaw tightens, and for a moment, I think he might explode. But then he nods. "A fresh pair of eyes never hurts."

I can feel the anger boiling inside me. Danny’s blood, the chaos- he’s right. I’m sure we could have missed something. I stand up and grab my jacket."Alright," I finally say. "But, I’m driving."

Lucas smirks, and I see a spark of the brother I used to know there. “With a damaged shoulder.” He cocks a brow and continues to grin. “Besides, I want to show you my new car.”

I follow Lucas out of the pub. “You got a new car?” I ask.

Baz is sitting at the bar; he isn’t drinking; he's waiting on news from any of our crew members. They know to keep their heads down until we find out who is after us.

“I’ll be back shortly,” I call to him over my shoulder.

He nods, but his gaze follows Lucas with a hostile stare. He doesn’t like him; not many people do. Lucas breaks necks first and asks questions later. Not the best way to make friends.

We arrive at the safehouse where Danny was shot in no time. “You were clocking 170.” I am happy to have my feet back on solid ground.

“She needed to be opened up.” He taps the hood of his new Mercedes. It’s a nice machine.

The place is eerily quiet, the scene of violence still palpable. My heart pounds as I step through the doorway; memories of Danny lying there, bleeding, flash in my mind. Lucas strides in ahead of me, eyes scanning everything, every detail.

“Look for anything out of place,” Lucas orders, his voice low and commanding. I enter the front room, but there is nothing out of place . I knew there wouldn’t be. We searched the basement. All the guns were gone; they had been relocated as Tony had instructed.

After a thorough search, Lucas meets me back in the kitchen.

“How did they know where you were?” Lucas asks, his voice breaking the silence.

I’ve been thinking the same thing. “It’s been beating around in my mind, too. Someone on the inside. But who was brave enough to take a shot?”

Lucas looks at me with a weariness I haven’t seen before.

“They had been camping out back for a few days, only a field over. They must have been waiting.”

Lucas nods. “Show me.”

I take him to the campsite, most of the small belongings are gone. I’m sure they are being dusted for fingerprints.

Lucas kicks the grass at his feet, moving clumps aside, searching the ground. “What were you and Danny doing here?” He asks.

“A job for Father.”

He glances at me. “I know that. What kind of job?”

“There was a shipment of guns we were to move. A large shipment. They weren’t the usual handguns; these were automatics, rifles.”

“Is Father considering starting a war?” Lucas’s voice holds a tinge of sarcasm.

“I don’t know what he wanted them for,” I say honestly.

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