Page 167 of The Devil's Heir
Jarek
"What the fuck do you mean Rossi isn't in the country? You told me you had eyes on him!" I snarl at my informant.
"I thought it was Rossi, I swear! He looked exactly like him—"
I end all of his excuses with one single shot to the forehead. This fucker took me away from my family for absolutely nothing. I don't trust people like him. He had one important job, and he fucked it up.
"Let's go," I tell Joey and Elliot.
"I don't like this, Jarek. Something isn't right," Joey states.
I know he's right. I feel it in my bones, but we're almost four thousand miles away with an ocean between us and home. I don't know if the threat exists at home or somewhere here in Italy. I'm not about to take any chances, though.
"We're heading home ASAP."
As soon as I say the words, Joey is on his phone, calling for the plane to be ready. We don't even stop at the hotel to grab our things; I'll send somebody to grab anything we may have left. We just want to get home.
Once we're settled on the plane, I try calling Lily, but it goes to voicemail. Glancing at Joey, I can tell he cannot contact Zita, either.
"Do you think Rossi went to get his daughter?" I ask my capo and best friend.
"I don't know, but I do know when I talked to her this morning, she told me she was going to try and pull Lily out of the house for a shopping trip. I then received a text from her that Lily didn't want to leave the house and had invited her to stay for lunch."
That's my good girl. Although I had told Lily that she didn't have to stay home, she did so anyway.
"Maybe they aren't around their phones at the moment. You know how women are when they get together and gossip. If the old bat is with them, she's probably telling her bullshit stories, trying to paint me as a bad person." I grin, knowing that it isn't far from the truth.
"Yeah, maybe," Joey says softly as he stares at his phone.
I'm trying to stay positive, but my stomach is tied in knots with not knowing what's going on back home. Without signal, I can't even check the cameras at home. There isn't anything we can do until we land. I don't like not knowing shit. Everything needs to end, and if a turf war is what it's going to take, so be it. May the best fucking man win.
It's already getting late by the time we land, and if I didn't believe something was wrong when we left Italy, I definitely do now. It's been radio silence the whole flight, and although Joey texted Lonzo to check on the women, we haven't heard back from him, either.
I try calling Koval as soon as we land, and thankfully, he answers on the first ring.
"Thank fuck!" Koval exclaims as he answers. "I've been trying to get a hold of all three of you for hours, and so has Lonzo!"
I can hear the concern in my capo's voice, and I know, without a doubt, that whatever it is, it isn't good.
"What is it? I don't know what's happening with the service, but we've just landed. We need a car," I tell him.
"Jarek, it isn't good…" Koval states morosely. "They're inside your house. Your estate has been seized."
My whole body goes rigid at his words. "What… The… Fuck… Do… You… Mean?"
"Greco and Rossi. They're both inside the house with the women," Koval confirms, then adds, "There's more. Seth is dead—shot in the back twice. A couple of their men threw his body out the front gate and informed us that there may be another body if he doesn't make it. I'm assuming Jackson is injured."
As I walk across the lot to the airport, my legs threaten to give out. I need to find a cab or a ride-share immediately.
"Gathereveryone!" I order.
"Marino was out of town, and Ricci had business to attend to, but they're both on their way now with backup. I have all our men here, as well as Lonzo and his men. It just wasn't enough compared to what they have, and I didn't want to endanger the women or your son."
The rage burning inside me right now doesn't even begin to say how much this situation is affecting me. The thought of having the two most important people in my life inside what is supposed to be the safety of our home but instead are at the hands of two motherfuckers, has sent my sanity packing.
There is no talking this out. Greco and Rossi are dead men walking, and if they dare lay a finger on my girl or son, they will have a long, miserable death. It's apparent that Greco finally heard that Carmen is dead, or he's been planning this all along. Neither matter because he fucked up.
After hanging up with Koval, I immediately got us a ride. Joey's been trying not to freak out as the two of us ride in the back seat of the ride-share. Elliot is in the front passenger seat, eyes searching our surroundings the entire way home.
