CHAPTER 41
LUCA
Luca stepped into the filthy warehouse on Chicago’s west side. He was in no mood for the bitching and moaning that he could hear before he even crossed the threshold. Already pissed that he had to leave his new bride on the island, Luca could only hope that his patience wouldn’t be tested. If so, he would have to break a promise; a promise he’d made to his wife.
Beverly was sitting on a metal chair in the middle of the warehouse. She jumped to her feet as soon she saw Luca. “How dare you have these men snatch me off the street!” Beverly screeched as Luca approached.
“Shut up and sit down,” Luca said calmly.
His tone was meant to warn, but Beverly was either too dense or too arrogant, to take heed.
“Where is my daughter!” the stupid woman screamed.
Not even trying to curb his rage, Luca slapped the woman hard enough to send her flying a few feet. She hit the floor hard and remained motionless. Luca stuffed his hands in his pocket and gestured with his chin for one of the men to take a look at her. Arturo Grimaldi, the Sicilian out of Chicago hurried over to Beverly’s limp body. It was the Chicago Sicilians that Luca assigned the task of finding Tamara’s mother.
“She’s out cold, boss.”
“When she wakes up, find out what she knows and then toss her into the gutter where she belongs,” Luca instructed.
“Sure thing, boss.”
Luca turned to leave but stopped.
“Don't kill her,” he said over his shoulder.
“Okay, boss.”
Luca hurried the hell out of the warehouse, not sure if he could follow his own instructions.
