Page 120 of Ruthless Secrets
Alfonzo blows a ring of smoke into the air between us. “I wish I could,truly. But I’ve got no control over him. He’s out for blood and nothing is going to stop him.”
I don’t trust a single word coming out of this bastard’s mouth.
Alfonzo has always been a snake, only having loyalty to the side that might keep him alive, so why should this time be any different?
I lean forward, resting my elbows on my knees. “You see, Alfonzo, here’s where I call bullshit. You and Tommaso were thick as thieves just a few months ago, and now you’re telling me that suddenly you’ve got no pull with him? You really expect us to believe that he’s completely cut you out?”
Alfonzo’s smile fades slightly as he shifts in his seat, adjusting the thick gold watch on his wrist. “That’s exactly what I’m saying. He’s gone rogue.”
Andre lets out a slow breath, shaking his head. “You really expect us to buy this?”
Alfonzo’s mask slips. “I don’t give a fuck what you buy. I’m telling you the truth. Tommaso doesn’t answer to me anymore.”
Andre looks at me, and in that split second, we come to the same decision.
Alfonzo is useless to us.
I stand up, drawing my gun so quickly that Alfonzo barely has time to register what’s about to happen.
“Wait—” His eyes widen.
“Times up.” I pull the trigger.
I land the shot right between Alfonzo’s eyes.
His body jolts, his cigar dropping from his fingers and rolling to the floor before he slumps back in his chair.
Blood starts to drip down his forehead, his lifeless eyes staring back at me.
Andre exhales, rubbing a hand over his jaw. “Well, that was overdue.”
I shake my head, slipping my gun back into my pocket.
“He was never going to help us.”
“No, he wasn’t.” Andre gets to his feet and re-buttons his jacket.
I glance at my brother.
His lips are pressed into a thin line, his expression grim. “Now the real fun begins.”
“Sometimes, I really hate how much bastards like him underestimate us. Did he really think we were just going to shake hands and leave?”
“We can mull over it later, Marco. Right now, we have bigger things to worry about.”
He’s right.
Tommaso is the real threat. He has the balls to actually follow through on the hit against us.
I nod. “What now?”
“We call in Cillian’s help to find Tommaso, and we force him to call it off. Failing that, we put a bullet in his skull.”
I can’t deny it’s a solid plan.
As we cross the room toward the door, my phone buzzes in my pocket.
“Wait.” I hold up a hand.
