Carmela clapped both her hands over her mouth. She’d known exactly what was gonna happen – but she was a chick and a civilian, so she freaked the fuck out.
The front door of the building opened, and four of my other guys rushed out.
Each one grabbed one of the bodyguard’s arms or legs and hauled him inside the lobby.
They didn’t worry about the blood on the front steps. It wasn’t like we’d be able to hide the body for long. We just needed a few minutes to get to the top floor –
And to make absolutely sure nobody on the street saw the dead guy and called the cops.
“Go,” I barked as I opened up the back door of the Cadillac.
All my guys in the other cars spilled out onto the sidewalk and fell in behind me.
Romeo and Ciro flanked me on either side. Romeo put his phone away and pulled out his silenced pistol.
All of us were dressed normally. I had on jeans, a wifebeater, and a black leather jacket. Every other guy wore a sports jersey or an outfit like mine.
As we got closer to Carmela, I saw why she’d freaked out:
Her arms were sprayed with bits of blood and brains from the dead guy.
Too fuckin’ bad.
She still had a job to do.
“Come on,” I snapped at her as I grabbed her arm and turned her around.
She looked at me with terrified eyes. “Do I hafta?”
“YES. NOW GO.”
She trembled all over, but she was more afraid ofmethan what I was making her do.
One of the guys in the lobby held the door open. Me, Carmela, Toro, and my men marched right in.
The lobby was deserted this time of the night, thank fuck – because blood was smeared all across the black and white tile floors.
The trail led right to the dead body, which my guys had stashed in a corner beside a potted tree.
One of my guys was waiting at the elevator and holding the door open.
I stepped inside with Carmela, Toro, Romeo, and Ciro.
All my other guys went up the stairwell.
Romeo hit the button for the top floor.
Carmela was whimpering next to me.
“Toro, tell your bitch to shut the fuck up,” I snarled. “She’s getting on my goddamn nerves.”
Toro was a big motherfucker – a foot taller and a hundred pounds heavier than me – but evenhewas terrified of me.
“Just keep it together a little bit longer, babe,” he whispered. “You’re doin’ great.”
“And fix your tits,” I snapped at her. “I need him lookin’ atyou,notme.”
Carmela sniffled and made sure her push-up bra made her tits look huge.
