Page 52 of Taken By the Mafia King
“We’re waiting on Alonzo. Most of Giuseppe’s men will die tonight, but save a few for questioning.”
As if he were summoned, a flash of light from below skirted over the tree line. Alonzo stood there, turning the flat of a knife to catch the lights illuminating the lot.
“Now,” I commanded.
Gunfire rained down on the warehouses, and the men below started running. It took them a few moments to register that they were under attack before they returned our assault with their own bullets, but my men were already running toward the warehouses.
I gripped my pistol and followed them, the silencer sending lethal sprays of pure death into several enemies before I reached the first warehouse.
A man rushed me from the side. Kicking out, I sent him sprawling across the cement. I pressed my foot into his neck while he writhed beneath me, then sent a bullet straight between his eyes.
I pushed into the warehouse, ears ringing with every gunshot. Blood seeped over the ground as I walked into the center of the massive, open building. Crates of stolen electronics towered over me. Man after man slumped to the ground.
Maybe these men were the lucky ones. My bullets were true and full of mercy, hitting them in the hearts or the head. A quick, painless death.
A luxury their boss wouldn’t get from me.
Silence whispered over the warehouse. Only my steady breathing cut through the stillness.
By the time I’d cleared out the first warehouse, my men had taken out the other three buildings in a much messier way.
“Boss,” Mikey said breathlessly, running up to me. “You need to see this.”
I licked my lips, tasting blood, and followed after him.
My men were loading bodies into a shipping container we would ship off and dump in the ocean. Crates of goods were being loaded onto the trucks we’d used to block the exits, and the stolen luxury cars Giuseppe meant to ship overseas were being driven away into the night.
By morning, Giuseppe’s losses would be in the millions. He wasn’t dumb enough to try to come here and stop me, either.
I followed Mikey into a practically empty warehouse, but my stomach twisted into a knot as Alonzo walked toward me, his expression grave.
“I didn’t know,” he began.
“Didn’t know what?”
The answer was right in front of me then. Several frail, sickly looking women with chains around their ankles and wrists were being gathered and gently lifted into the arms of my men and carried out of the warehouse.
I ground my teeth and silently cursed Giuseppe’s name.
“Who are they?”
“Likely prostitutes. But some of them are very young,” Alonzo said heavily, spitting on the ground as anger blurred his words. “I had no idea.”
“I believe you. Where were they kept?”
“Fucking shipping containers, all of them. Stuffed in there with dead bodies.”
“Fucking Christ.” Mikey gagged.
Francesco ran inside, eyes wide. “What the fuck is going on?”
I turned to him, raising my hand. “Get Doctor Enstrom on the line and send him to my safe house outside of town.”
Francesco halted his progress toward me and nodded, his eyes flaming with bloodlust.
“Where is Giuseppe now?” I asked, trying to keep my voice level.
“Out of state. Jersey.” Alonzo’s nostrils flared and an angry vein bulged on his forehead. “I did my time, Ricci. I can’t go back.”
