Page 74 of Remember When We
Bailey laughed much to my annoyance. The fucker just laughed. “Do you know how many people I come across every day. Some guys just end up seeing things they shouldn’t see. Hear things they shouldn’t hear.”
“You’ll remember this one, eight years ago. Looked like you went through a lot of trouble to cover up the real cause of his death.” I threw back. It was always the eyes. The eyes, my Ma had told me they weren’t just windows to the soul, they were doors to the truth. His eyes told me that he knew full well exactly who I meant and I was ready to end him right the fuck then. My hand was moving to my gun, but something flickered in his eyes. I was trained to notice everything and just then he looked at me like he was the one with the upper hand.
The guy was late, the guy was making demands, and the guy was now smiling.
Like he wasn’t the only one who had leverage.
“Don’t remember any Marshall I’m afraid. I tend to remember the women more. Got a new doll to add to my shelf. Raven hair, striking green eyes, runs a bar for her father, I believe even has a son.”
Instantly my heart rose into my throat and my breath hitched.
“What are you saying to me?”
“You like playing games Mr. Bianchi. I’m not the kind of man to be played. Run, try and save her. Maybe.”
I was out that door before he could finish talking. I practically threw myself on my bike and shot down the road. I raced with lightning speed, my whole body numb. I didn’t even know Dante was behind me. He was speeding along right behind me.
I set things up so that Lyssa, Matthew and Paul were safe. Donny, Lois and Saul were the best. Aside from me and Dante they were the best. The only way anyone could have gotten to them is if they’d died.
If anything happened to Lyssa or Matthew, or fucking hell Paul, I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself.
I would never forgive myself. It would be even worse than how I felt with Marshall.
My family.
Shit, I just turned the corner and saw the devastation. I must have been gone for nearly two hours and this was what happened.
Bodies of men were shot up on the lawn.
I counted at least fifteen bodies on the space between lawn and the front porch. The front door was wide open. I ran inside and called for Lyssa, but there was no answer.
I ran to the kitchen heading for the basement and saw Donny crumpled on the ground with his face distorted like he had on a mask. Attached to his chest was a note saying.
Philadelphian Style
Fuck! This was Frankie’s doing.
He fucking got to my guys by using drugs.
It wasn’t something I would have factored in. Yes, Philadelphian style indeed.
Fucking asshole.
I needed to know if Lyssa had got to the basement with Matthew and her father.
While Dante checked Donny, I continued on to the pantry.
I banged hard on the door.
“Lyssa, it’s me. Open the door. Open the door,” I cried.
My heart broke when the door swayed open and Matthew stood there crying.
Paul was at the base of the steps below tears running down his cheeks too.
“I think they took her. I tried to carry her, but she begged me to take the boy. There was so much smoke and she couldn’t move.” Paul wailed.
It only made Matthew cry harder.
