A 15-foot-tall stone wall surrounded it all. The only entrance was through a pair of massive iron gates next to a guardhouse.
There weren’t any other houses or buildings around it for a quarter mile. Even if shit got a little noisy, nobody would hear.
Luciano slowed down as we approached the gates.
“If you fuck us, your wife and kids are dead,” I reminded him.
“I know,” he said hoarsely.
“Cicciobello, stand by,” I said into the tablet.
“You got it, boss.”
“Mute it,” I said to Romeo.
He turned off the sound, then flipped it over on his lap so the light from the screen wasn’t visible.
“Wipe your fuckin’ face off,” I ordered Luciano. “You’re sweating like a pig.”
He wiped his face off with his sleeve before he turned off the main road.
There was a guard station outside the stone walls. Luciano pulled the BMW up next to it, and a 30-something guy in a rumpled black suit walked out.
It was two in the morning, so the guard probably wasn’t at his sharpest. And if he was doing guard detail in the middle of the night, he probably wasn’t the Amatos’ top guy.
Still, this was where it could all go wrong.
The BMW’s windows were tinted black. At night, anybody on the outside couldn’t see a goddamn thing inside the car, which meant the guard wouldn’t be able to seeme.
Ciro and Romeo were dressed in black, and the lights were off inside the BMW –
But if the guard looked inside Luciano’s window and saw my guys, I was going to have to jump out and kill him.
Unfortunately, there were probably guards on the other side of the gate, too.
Shit could turn into a bloodbathrealquick.
So it all came down to Luciano and whether he could sell it.
He rolled down the window.
“Buonasera,signore,”the guard greeted him.
“Stay back,” Luciano ordered.
“…sir?” the guard said warily.
I clenched my jaw.
FUCKING ASSHOLE –
My hand tightened around my gun as I got ready to jump out of the car.
“I think I might have Covid,” Luciano said.
“Oh,” the guard said, and took a step backwards in alarm.
I grinned in the darkness.
