Page 39 of Mafia Heiress
“Yes, you are. You’re going to tell me every fucking thing you know, or I’m going to blow your brains out.”
“You wouldn’t. You’re a chick.”
I roll my eyes, but walk over to Ciro, holding in the wince I want to give when I’m hit by the shooting pain running up my side.
I reach behind him, slowly sliding my hand across the muscular contours of his back before pulling his gun free.
“If you wanted my gun, all you had to do was ask,” he says, smirk splashed across his face.
“Jesus. Can you fucking stop?” my father says, leaning against the wall. Luca walks in, but I have no need for him. My goal is to get answers.
I point the gun at Victor’s face. He lifts his head higher as if daring me to continue.
“The information. It’s the last time I’ll ask.”
“Fuck you.”
Apparently, he’s grown balls in the last few seconds.
I squeeze the trigger, the bang echoing around the small room, followed by his agonizing cry.
“You shot me! I can’t believe you shot me!”
“Information, or the next one goes in your other kneecap.”
He screams, not focusing on me, but rather the pain. I lift his chin up with the still smoking hot tip of the gun, searing the skin. He howls again, tears leaking down his face.
“Tell me and this stops. I will get you to a doctor and you can go home crying to your wife.”
My father’s displeasing tsk sound comes from behind me, but I don’t pay him any attention.
“Fine. It’s the cartel. They didn’t want to pay the vig your father laid out. They needed someone else to run the shipments. victor is fucking one of their women and she made the deal.”
“Motherfuckingputana.Vergognoso!I’m going to string them all up for betraying us.”
My father’s rant makes my skin pebble. As much as I’m a tough guy when I’m talking to him, he’s a scary fucking guy and I don’t want to be on his bad side for too long.
“When is the next shipment coming in?”
“Tuesday. It’s cocaine. They want us to start taking over your territory.”
My father curses again, but I’ve heard enough. I point the gun to his head and pull the trigger. Brain matter bounces off the wall behind him and my clothes splatter with blood.
A stunned silence is at my back and I take a deep breath, centering myself before turning around.
“I had more questions,” my father says, although a look of pride comes over his face.
I hand Ciro the gun and take off my t-shirt, knowing the tank-top won’t keep the chill away, but I can’t stand the blood on me.
“Take me home,” I say, not speaking to anyone in particular.
Marcello grabs my arm and supports me as we walk out of the door. I don’t want to have to think about this day again. Killing Victor was easy. He killed my Annette. He deserved to die, but it was still my first kill, something I didn’t think I’d ever have to do.
Not bothering to go through the front of the store, we leave out the back. Vito runs ahead of us and grabs the car from the parking spot.
We end up in my apartment a short time later, and by that time I’m ready to sleep for three days, but there’s something I need to take care of first.
The guys see me upstairs and I lay on the couch while they all stand around looking lost as ever.
