Page 6 of Stolen Christmas
“I told her I wasn’t her driver, but she just yelled at me to drive and that she didn’t have all day, so I just started driving. She was a real fucking bitch.” He squeezes his fists together and huffs.
“We can look up her records and see if she ordered the Uber. If you’re telling the truth and she didn’t order your car, then we can get that case against you dropped easily.”
“Why are you doing all this?” I question. People aren’t generally nice to me unless they have a personal interest in me. I remember Mr. Cochran being really nice to me when I first started, until he found out I had a boyfriend. Of course I don’t, but that’s what I told him.
“It’s the holiday season, and it’s almost Christmas time. I’m trying to be nice to the kid.” He smiles at my brother, but it doesn’t reach his eyes.
Noah’s gaze narrows before asking, “Or you think my sister’s hot, don’t you?”
“Well, there’s no denying that, but still, I’m just trying to help you guys out. You both could truly use it after the year you’ve had.” He’s certainly right about that. Four hours later, all the charges are dropped, and my brother is released with a strong warning to stay away from driving without adult supervision and to consider waiting until spring.
Chapter Three
Luca
“Don’t tell me you don’t have anything on Fields,” I tell my foot soldier who stares at me like I’m a fucking blank wall. Something has been up with him for a while. The motherfucker is sweating, and the temp in the house is a cool seventy-two. We wear suits, so there is no need for the heat to be so high. If you look at him, you’d think the fuck is having a hot flash.
“Not at the moment. Fields has been on duty, giving tickets for the past couple of days, but nothing out of the ordinary. He goes home to his family after his shifts, and that’s it.” The lies fall out of his mouth in a fast stutter as if he can’t get them out quickly enough. The lying prick. I can’t believe that he would do that to me.
I hate to utter these next words, but I have no choice but to say them. “Okay. Take a walk, Georgie.”
His eyes widen. “What? Why?” He knows what they mean. The finality in them when uttered to my men is simple.
“Because you’re fucking lying to me,” I simply state.
“No, I’m not. I swear.”
“Oh really? You want to tell me why I should believe that? Should I believe that on your wife’s life? Your sister’s life? What are you doing for Tommy?”
“I’m not…” I toss the photos of Fields with a woman who we don’t see completely because Fields has done an excellent job of hiding his mistress.
“This bitch. He doesn’t go home every night, so you’re a fucking liar.” I toss the photos at the bastard, pissed as hell. The betrayal was written all over his face before he dared to walk intomy home. He had an air of arrogance about him until now. It’s somewhere else suddenly, but I won’t stand for the bullshit. This isn’t the land of forgiveness.
“I’m going to give you to the fucking count of three to walk or talk, Georgie.” He’s only sparing himself a few more moments of breathing. His lies are rooted on the fact that he’s come up big lately. One of my guys heard that Georgie was playing scratch tickets and hit some big bucks, but I know that’s a fucking lie. It’s the reason I put Georgie on Fields in the first place. He betrayed me long before today. It’s been two months. Two fucking months of going around in circles with my men nearly ducking and dodging cops and Torcello’s men.
“One, two…”
“Okay. I needed money for my habits, and Torcello offered a job.”
“You should have come to me.”
“You couldn’t give me the money I needed.”
“What does he want…” He raises his gun, pointing it at me like the fool he is. I’m not only faster, but so is my cousin Raul. My blade ends up in his throat, and he stammers back as Raul puts one in his head.
Raul tucks his gun away, scowling at me as several of our men come into the room. “That got out of control, Luca.”
“Calm down, Raul. I had it handled.” My men look around, seeing Georgie’s ruined corpse, and sigh.
“That fucker was a loose cannon, and we just let him walk in here armed.”
“Yes, but I got the information I needed.” I address my men. “Get rid of this traitor.”
“Of course, Boss.” I step around from my desk and then pull my knife from Georgie’s body and swipe the excess blood off on his suit.
“Walk with me, Cousin.” We leave the room, allowing the men to do their job. “He was positively working for Torcello. It wasn’t a fucking ticket that made him rich. No, Torcello prepared him to take me out.”
“Or the asshole thought he had to take you out before you took him out.”
