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“If she’s still blaming herself for what happened to Teddy? Hell yeah she would.”
“Lord have mercy,” said a still-distraught Gloria. Now her father and sister-in-law were going into the line of fire. “When will it ever end?” she asked whomever would answer her.
Alex knew the struggles she was experiencing just by being a Sinatra and being married to his kid brother Oz, who had become fully entangled with the Greek mafia again. It was a heavy load for a young woman to bear, and he knew Gloria was inches away from divorcing Oz and moving on with her life. He placed his arm around her once more. But he had no answer to her question. Because there was no answer. He looked at Big Daddy. Big Daddy was as devastated as Gloria was.
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
Nikki was given Teddy’s possessions to keep after he was taken into surgery. In his possession was the key to Roz’s Bentley that he had forgotten to give back to her during their meeting at Mick’s estate. He had driven Roz’s car home and Nikki had driven his Corvette. But his Corvette was completely out of commission. Knowing her mother-in-law would understand, Nikki hopped into her Bentley and took off.
As she drove, she placed onto the car’s screen, via her phone’s Bluetooth, the GPS tracking she had on Juda’s car. She made her way outside of Philly to a farm-type community where Juda’s car appeared to be stationary. Tears were still threatening to drop as she thought about Teddy laying on top of her and taking bullet after bullet on her behalf, and then seeing him so helpless in that recovery room. She couldn’t help but feel loaded down with guilt over how she handled the whole thing. And it was that guilt that made her grip that steering wheel. She had to get this right.
Nearly two miles outside of the property, she pulled into the parking lot of a small, boarded-up building that appeared to have once been some type of feed store. Then she pulled up the property on her customized GPS Live stream.
The topography of the property showed a vast farm, over twenty acres according to her tracking customizer, and she could see that the location of Juda’s car was well-fortified. Men were at the gate at the entrance onto the farm, at the back of the property, and a man was on either side of the property. Bales of hay appeared to be everywhere and there were several barnson the property as well. There were other cars shown, besides Juda’s car, but there was no sign of Jackson Reeves himself. The film was a tad grainy, and no positive ID could probably be made, but Nikki knew Jackson from the few times she’d seen him back in the day. He was head and shoulders above the rest. Well over six-three. None of those men she was viewing were anywhere near that tall.
But it wasn’t their faces she cared about anyway. She cared about their guard behavior. That was what she needed to know. She was able to study their movements for nearly an hour. She needed to see if there was a pattern of behavior that the guards enforced before she tried to make any move onto the property.
One very definite pattern began to emerge seemingly every ten minutes.
But just as she was testing that theory one more time before she could make any moves, she could see out of her side mirror that a shirtless young white guy was approaching on her driver side. She looked toward her passenger side mirror and saw another young white guy approaching on that right side of the Bentley as well. Both men had guns in their hands.
She thought she was parked where she couldn’t be detected. That was why she chose that particular spot. She knew there was a dilapidated trailer park in back of the boarded-up building, but nobody back there should have been able to see her or the car she was driving.
But apparently somebody did see her. Because they were absolutely coming for her. She knew a robbery and potential carjacking when she saw one.
She also knew she had to maintain her cool. That was always ninety percent of it. She had to stay levelheaded but responsive too. She couldn’t reach for her Glock inside her belt because that obvious movement would alert the men thatshe was on to them and they might react too soon. Before she was ready. They might shoot through the back window rather than the side windows as she was certain, by their creeping movements alone, was their goal. She, instead, with as little movement as possible, pressed open the center console.
Just as she reached into the console, both men stopped creeping and ran up onto each side of the Bentley with their guns aimed at her face. But it was Nikki who quickly grabbed the loaded pistol Roz kept inside that console with her right hand and fired on the man furthest away, on her passenger side.
At the same time she was firing at the passenger side gunman, she pressed the car’s seat button with her left hand that caused the seat to quickly slide as far back as it could. As she was doing that, the gunman on her driver’s side fired his weapon, too, shattering the glass, but Nikki had pulled back just in time and the bullets sailed right past her. Then she fired on the driver side gunman, taking him out too.
Mick, driving his Escalade, had just turned onto the road where his GPS showed Roz’s car was located. That was when he and Reno, who sat up front, and Sal and Monk, who sat on the middle row, could see the two men running toward Roz’s Bentley.
“Oh no,” Mick said in a voice that was so uncharacteristically terrified that even though every man in that SUV was terrified too, it caused them to glance at him. But he was staring at Nikki in the front seat of that car.
He was already flooring it, so he couldn’t go any faster. But they all had to witness the two men run to either side of the Bentley and aim their guns directly at Nikki, who seemed to Mick to be as still as a rock as if she didn’t suspect a thing.
“Look up!” he screamed at her as he pounded on his steering wheel. “Look your ass up,gotdammit Nikki, look up!”
But when Nikki fired on the guy on her passenger side, slid back in her seat, causing the guy on her driver side to miss, and then she fired on him too, Reno, Sal and Monk cheered.
“Gotdamn she’s good!” said Monk.
“What your ass expect?” asked Reno. “She’s a Gabrini.”
Monk and Sal looked at Reno. “Okay, she’s a Sinatra,” Reno corrected himself, “but it’s all one family. She’s family is what I meant.”
“Then say what your stupid ass meant,” said Sal.
“Kiss it, Sal,” said Reno.
“Too stank,” said Sal.
But Mick’s heart was still hammering as he finally pulled into the parking lot and hurried over to Roz’s car.
He beat them all getting out of that car. He rushed over to the driver side where Nikki was, and opened the door.
When Nikki stepped out, Mick couldn’t help it. He pulled her into his arms as the other three men checked the area behind the boarded-up building to make sure those two crooks didn’t have backup.
