Shifting in my seat, I watch as he disappears through the door. Bullet does the same before he speaks.
“It’s going to get done tonight. At least this part. It may take a little while for it to be completely finished, but he won’t be a danger to Cidney any longer.”
“Yeah,” I murmur.
God, I want to say something else. I want to tell him that I am officially claiming Cidney. Not just pissed off and declaring it in a heated moment the way I did, but really announce it, but I don’t. As much as I want to, it’s not the right time. She needs to recover from what Goffredo did to her. And getting him off the streets, protecting her—that’s only part of the recovery process.
It feels like we sit in the parking lot for hours waiting for something to happen. Pressing my lips together in a thin line, I stare at the door. My knee begins bouncing with nervous anticipation.
“They’re going to get him. He has certain words he must say. He has to solicit her, but he also has to know she’s underage before he does. You know that,” Bullet murmurs.
I don’t know if he’s trying to reassure me or himself. It doesn’t matter. I shouldn’t stress out about this. I can killGoffredo myself if I really want to. And I might if this doesn’t work out the way I want it to.
All I know is that after tonight, either legally or by the bullet of my gun, Goffredo is not going to be a fucking problem anymore. It’s my goddamn mission and goal. I hate that asshole, and I want him to get everything he deserves out of life.
Every single thing.
“Oh shit,” Bullet hisses.
I’m not sure how long we’ve been sitting here. Could be one hour, could be five. I can’t take in the concept of time. I’m far too fucking amped up, anxious, jazzed, whatever the fuck you want to call it. I turn my head and watch as five police cars come barreling into the parking lot, lights flashing.
“It’s time to pop off,” Bullet states.
And that’s when the action takes place. Two plainclothes police officers walk out of the strip club, pushing a cuffed Goffredo in front of them. As much as I want to make myself known, to show him that I’m the one who did this, I stay in the car, watching him move through the parking lot and toward one of the lit-up police cars.
He’s shoved into the back of the car, and a few moments later, the car drives away. Only then do I open the door and unfold from the front seat. At the same time, Bullet’s phone rings.
“Hang back,” he calls out from beside me. “It’s Piggy.”
Bullet answers the call but places it on speakerphone so I can hear, too. We lean our asses against the front of the car, crossing our ankles in front of us, the phone on speaker in a strip club parking lot.
“Yeah,” Bullet greets.
“They got him. It couldn’t have gone better,” he states. “He took the bait. I mean, it was fucking disgusting, but he took thebait. She said she was fifteen. He was far too excited about that, which makes me think we need to check his internet searches.”
“Can you get his shit?” I ask.
Piggy chuckles. “Officers already have his phone. If I had to guess, I’d assume he’s not smart enough to cover his tracks, and even if he were, he’s too cocky to actually do that. So I bet we’ll find some shit. There is no way this was his first time, not with the way his eyes lit up.”
“That’s fucking disgusting,” Bullet growls.
My stomach rolls at the same time, and he says exactly what I’m thinking. That whole-ass piece of fucking shit. If I didn’t want him dead before, I certainly do now. This just gives us more ammunition and takes more of the heat off us, because I never heard of any kind of pedo being safe in prison.
Bullet ends the call and shoves his phone into his back pocket, but doesn’t make a move away from the car. I stay beside him, knowing that he’s working through something. I can’t stay silent for long, though. I want to fucking gloat and gloat hard.
“You think we really got him?” I ask.
“Police have been wanting to nail his ass, hoping they can make the whole family crumble.”
“That hurts us in the long run?”
He hums, nodding once, then clears his throat, turning his head to look at me. “As a club, we’re still trying to find our place without transporting that equipment, without having the shop. The private security gig is a good one, and it will grow, but I can’t deny that I like the idea of taking over the Front Family’s operation completely.”
“Bullet,” I warn.
He shrugs a shoulder, shifting his gaze forward. “They got a whole fucking clientele. It would be nothing to take over if they were taken out.”
“You just got everyone on board with going legit, and now you’re throwing this into the mix?”
