Page 9 of Heartless
The night I’d told him about my history with Nigel Morrison, we’d been chugging warm beers in a dank bar in the underbelly of Algiers.He’d listened to my life mission to demolish the greedy motherfucker who’d ruined my family.By any means necessary, no matter how dirty the hit would be.
When I’d been done, he’d simply asked, “Do you need help?”
“Yeah.”
We’d shaken hands.“Until the brink breaks.”
“Until it breaks, brother.”
It only made sense to us, but it had bonded us for life.Since that day, he’d been the brother at my side.
Then, fifteen years ago, our paths had led us to Leonardo ‘Zucchero’ Conti, a semi-retired member of The Family, one of the most prolific mafia families in Southern California.Zook had been looking for someone to oversee his first legit business, a sports bar, and we’d gotten hired.
Sile’s cell ringtone cut through the quiet of the night.After browsing his screen, he sat up and jerked his chin up.
“Do you love me, Jakey?”
I pulled a couple of beers from the cooler and handed him one.“Keep calling me Jakey and find out.”
While his shoulders shook with laughter, he planted his boots on the wooden deck.“I found Morrison’s fatal flaw.”
Leaning back, I opened my beer and flicked the metal cap on the coffee table where it landed next to my boot.“What?”
“It’s awho.Her name’s Sienna Winslow.”
Morrison couldn’t keep his dick dry.Sile and I had taken turns to fuck the cold fish he’d married after his first wife.But when the scandal had hit, Morrison had just remarried someone younger than his son.We’d fucked Kimmy too, his third and latest wife.The bitch had decided she was in love with me but thank fuck, she’d been more in love with his money.
I swiped my hand on my face.“Wife number four?”
My friend of twenty years smirked.“Nah.Better.”He handed me the device.“Check her out.”
A young woman with dark hair was smiling at the camera.She looked like she was barely in her twenties.
“Look at her, Jake.What do you see?”
When I shook my head, he grinned.“Look at her eyes.”
I spread my thumb and index finger over the picture.My neck tightened.Morrison’s fucking dirty yellow eyes were staring right back at me.
“Bastard number three?”
He grinned.“Sienna Winslow, twenty-three.Morrison’s latest long-lost daughter.”
“How does that help us?The piece of shit just pays them off to go away.”
And they’d all signed multimillion dollar shut-up contracts.
“Not this one.After the DNA test, he bought her a shit ton of designer gear and moved her into a house up in Canyon Hills.He also took her home to meet Kimmy and Joel.”
I eyeballed the phone again before I gave it back to Sile.“Lost baby girl enjoying Daddy’s late child support?”
“Nope.According to Munch, she flat out refused a fifty thousand dollars monthly allowance, and she threatened to cut contact if Morrison insisted.And get this, Morrison not only backed off, but he apologized for offending her.”
We’d been paying Munch for years to be our ears in the motherfucker’s house.Someone Morrison, or his bitch of a wife, would pay no attention to and who hated him almost as much as we did.
Whatever power that girl held over the motherfucker was more important than money.Something that made him apologize.Sienna Winslow was becoming more interesting by the second.
“What about the mother?”
