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It was only when I heard the basement door close that my breathing stilled.
The door to the kitchen opened and in came the devil himself.
Frankie.
Frankie smiling wide like he’d just hit some jackpot.
“I told you, I didn’t want any problems.” He said in a sing song voice. “But then what did I expect from mobsters. It turns out we have links from the past. Your brother and my brother that is. Wow. Anyways you were warned. This isn’t Chicago. This is Philadelphia. Good for the cheese and sandwiches. Here we don’t just use guns. We use drugs too.”
Drugs and guns …
My eyes rolled into the back of my head and I fell into the darkness.
Chapter 22
Gio
Ihated warehouses with a fiery passion.
Too big.
Too damn big and too many open spaces, especially this kind.
I got here half an hour ago, not with Torrez like Bailey would have thought.
I had Gibbs back at the dungeon with him. Coming here out in the open like this with my leverage would have been asking for trouble.
It was just me and Dante inside the warehouse. Outside was our back up.
My first sign of worry was when the clock struck six and there was no sign of Bailey.
Dante shuffled next to me, looking around the area.
“He’s late.” Dante commented. “That’s not fucking good.”
No, it wasn’t. It wasn’t good at all.
“Got a bad feelin’ about this Gio. This don’t feel right at all.”
The large doors to our right opened up, creaking as they swayed inwards. We were expecting the doors to our left to open from that entrance. It had been the way we’d come.
I straightened up, my hand on my piece when I didn’t see anyone at the door.
Then footsteps echoed on the path.
Bailey came inside. His face hardened with an expression fierce like he was ready to kill me.
“Where is he?” He asked.
He walked closer. Two men came in from behind following closely. They looked like bodyguards.
“I’m sorry what?” I threw back. He had that damn attitude like he was in charge of me. It was me asking the questions here.
“Look, mafia scum, do not fuck with me.” He balked. “Where is Torrez?”
“He’s safe, keeping the snake company.” Dante answered.
“Tell me what I need to know.” I demanded. “Marshall Carson. Did you kill him?”
