Page 58 of Teddy Sinatra: Go Your Own Way
“Didn’t he press that button?” Teddy said.
“He absolutely did,” said Nikki.
“He might have pressed it,” Reno said as he and Sal came in from the room on the other side of the house. “But his stupid ass had an electrical bomb. It was plugged in and hooked to the wi-fi. We found it and unplugged it before he pressed that button.”
Nikki’s knees buckled, and Mick knelt down, as all of them attempted to regain composure. They thought for certain they were in the kind of trouble they weren’t going to be able to get out of.
But then they realized the mastermind was still alive too.
“Everybody wait outside just in case he has another trick up his sleeves,” Teddy said as they all began moving outside. “You too, Nikki,” Teddy said as he grabbed her and turned her away from the hall. She left, but reluctantly.
But when Teddy tried to turn Marco away, Marco refused. “That’s my great grandfather. He was willing to blow me to smithereens too. No way am I sitting this one out.”
Teddy and Mick looked at him. Then they tacitly agreed, and all three Sinatras made their way back down that hall, their guns drawn.
“He’s still got that shotgun,” Mick said. “Remember that.”
But as soon as they got to the door, the old man was in tears with that shotgun in his hands. He cocked it, ready to fire, but before he could get a shot off, Teddy, Mick, and Marco started firing. They all took him out. They all made certain that his kind of hate wasn’t coming anywhere near their family again.
Marco stared as the old man fell from his wheelchair dead. But he didn’t feel anything for him but shame. All that carnage, all that pain, because of misinformation. Because of believing a lie and sticking to it. And all for what? Somebody that didn’t give a damn about him anyway? Because Marco knew she didn’t. She didn’t give a damn about her own son, why would she give a damn about him?
He knelt down, tired of this shit, and dropped his weapon too.
EPILOGUE
“What’s Pop doing here?”
Teddy and Nikki drove to the docks and saw Mick’s dark red Escalade in front of the office.
“What did we do wrong this time?” Nikki asked as they got out of Teddy’s Bugatti.
Teddy couldn’t say, but he knew his father didn’t show up at the docks for the fun of it. They went inside.
But not only was Mick in the office, but Roz was there, too, and Marco. Marco was seated behind the desk. Did something happen?
“What’s wrong?” Teddy asked.
“Nothing’s wrong,” said Mick. “You two are leaving.”
Nikki frowned. “What did we do?”
“Too much,” said Roz.
“Way too much,” said Marco.
“Who told you to sit behind Nikki’s desk?” asked Teddy. “Get your ass up.”
Marco held out his arms. “I’m just sitting, dang.”
“Could you please tell us what specifically we got wrong this time?” a worried Nikki asked them.
“You’ve been out in the field,” said Mick.
Teddy nodded. “Like always, that’s right.”
“And you’ve been managing the docks.”
“Like always,” Nikki said. “Yes.”
