*
“You told meshe was off-limits,” I tell the two men sitting across from me. “You said you were putting a leash on your fucking dog.” I got into Vegas two hours ago on Sven’s private plane after I learned that Paulie Amidio had agreed to have a sit-down with me.
“Do you know who you’re talking to?” Paulie Amidio Jr. asks, sitting forward.
His father, Paulie Sr., puts his hand on his shoulder, pulling him back. Anyone can tell they are family. They are both dressed identically in black suits, both have dark hair slicked back from their faces, and both have dark skin and crystal-blue eyes.
“We were under the impression that it was over. Unfortunately for all parties involved, Vincent didn’t feel the same.” Paulie Sr. starts rubbing the bridge of his nose.
“Where is he now?” I ask. I don’t care what the fuck is going on in their organization; the only thing I care about is getting this shit settled.
“My men are looking for him now,” he says, and his son nods.
“I need a list of the people he associates with.” I will find him myself if I have to.
“Do you think this is Match.com?” Paulie Jr. asks, and it takes everything in me not to shoot him in the fucking head. This little fuck is greedy for power. I saw it during our first meeting, and I see it now.
“Son,” his dad says in a harsh tone.
“Fuck that, Pop. This is bullshit,” Junior says, starting to stand.
His dad wraps his hand around his arm and pulls him back down into his chair. “This is my fucking family. You do what I say when I fucking say it,” Senior tells him, slamming his fist onto the table in front of him. When the younger man’s eyes come to me, I see embarrassment and anger, but he covers it quickly, ducking his head. “I’ll get you the information you asked for, but if you find him, you bring him to me,” Paulie Sr. compromises.
“What are you going to do with him?” I ask, because in my mind, death is the only option at this point.
“That’s family business,” he says vaguely.
“That’s not going to work for me. He put two bullets in my woman. I want him six feet under,” I state, trying to keep my cool.
“He won’t be a threat to you after I get him.” His tone is cold, and I immediately nod.
“I’ll be waiting for your call,” I tell him, standing and leaving the room.
Kai doesn’t follow me out into the parking lot right away, so I take the time to call my mom and check in. She gives me an update about Autumn and Tubs, telling me that both are okay and Autumn seems to be doing a lot better today; she got out of bed and took a shower. That’s all great news, but it would be better if I were there to see it for myself. Autumn was upset that I was leaving, and I could see it in her eyes that she was afraid, but I needed to see to this situation myself. I’m not leaving anything to chance.
*
“Tell me wherethe fuck Vincent is,” I growl, digging my thumb into the open wound on Alfeo’s thigh. I have been at this for over two hours and still have nothing.
I picked up Alfeo outside his place of business in Vegas at a house known for selling pussy. Normally, I would turn my eyes at this, butJustin got back to me with information, and this house has been on the cop’s radar for the last year. They’ve beentrying to build a case against Alfeo. Seems he has a preference, and that preference is for young girls who are mostly runaways and high school dropouts with nowhere and no one to turn to. He gets them addicted to blow and then puts them to work.
“I’m not telling you shit,” Alfeo says as spit and blood fly out of his mouth.
“That’s not the right answer.” I pull the knife I shoved into his left thigh out and slam it into his right one.
His scream fills the small space, and I shake my head. For a man who acts so fucking hard, he sure as fuck screams like a chick.
“I’m getting really fucking sick of this game. Tell me what I want to know or I’ll put a bullet in your fucking head.”
“Fuck you.” He tries to sit forward, but the ropes around his arms and legs hold him in place.
I pull out one of the guns Sven gave me from behind my back and hold it to the side of his head. “Last chance.”
“Like I said before…fuck you,” he spits.
I pull the trigger, letting one off into his shoulder. I don’t want to give him another chance, but he’s been one of Vincent’s sidekicks since they were young. I only have three men who’ve been in contact with Vincent over the last three years, so I don’t have a lot of options.
“You shot me!” I make out through his screams of agony.
