Mickey drew, whirling around to point his weapons right in the man’s sneering face.
It was Salvatore Luchesi, in all his hulking glory. He was almost as big as Jules but twice as ugly. His breath was also atrocious.
“So, tell me, Mickey,” Salvatore spat, fearlessly staring down Mickey’s guns, “why’d you fuck up that hit on Ricci yesterday, huh?”
Chapter 9
“The only thing that got fucked yesterday was probably your mother,” Mickey drawled, unflinching. “I did my job.”
The office door had opened, and Cold and Alistair were closing in on them. Salvatore must have been in with them and Cristian and Stefano.
“Did you?” Salvatore snorted. “I heard witnesses down on the ground say there were actually two shooters.”
“I heard your mother was real busy that day. Does that mean it’s true?”
The air was becoming tense, and Mickey saw a few of the Luchesi men reaching for their weapons. The Gentlemen responded in kind, and the energy was quickly turning foul.
“You got some fuckin’ nerve, freak. The fuck exactly are you trying to say, huh?”
“Mr. Tamerlane,” Cold warned.
“I’m trying to tell you that your mother is a whore,” Mickey quipped.
“You fuckin’ piece of—!” Salvatore raged.
“Salvatore!” Cristian bellowed. “Enough!”
Salvatore glared, but he finally backed off.
Mickey didn’t move, keeping his guns up until he saw Cold nod. Only then did he return them to their holsters, and he smiled sweetly at Salvatore.
“I said that I expected everyone to be on their best behavior while we were here,” Cristian chastised. “You were not exempt from my orders. Now that you’ve made an ass out of yourself, let’s go.”
“It’s no trouble,” Cold said smoothly. “We’re friends, after all. Thank you for coming by.”
“Sorry again for not telling you,” Cristian said. “I didn’t mean to catch you off guard.”
“You didn’t.” Cold’s pleasant expression didn’t falter. “That’s part of my job. To expect the unexpected.”
“Well, you take care now. I appreciate all of your support.”
“Of course.”
Cristian waved his hand, and his men began to depart. The atmosphere relaxed as they left, but Salvatore lingered.
Roger had stepped out of the cage, scowling as Salvatore stared him down.
“I’m just gonna go talk to my buddy Roger real fast,” Salvatore said with a nasty smile. “We go way back, you know. I’ve missed him a lot.”
“We’re all friends here, right?” Cristian shrugged. “Go ahead. But make it quick.”
Salvatore tried to push by Mickey, but Mickey didn’t move.
“No,” Mickey said firmly.
“Excuse me?” Salvatore bowed up.
Fuck.
