So Romeo had spent the last three weeks learning how to pick locks.
Lots of fuckin’ YouTube videos.
Still, just on the off-chance –
“Check the asshole’s pants first,” I ordered.
Romeo rifled through the dead guy’s pockets until he found a key ring and tried them one by one.
The fifth one worked.
“Guess Luciano doesn’t want his wife finding a strange key in his pockets,” Romeo whispered.
Fuckin’ idiot.
If I were Luciano Amato, there wouldn’t have been any sneaking around. My wife wouldknowabout my sidepieces, and she wouldn’t say shit – because if she did, I’d give her a black eye every time she opened her fuckin’ mouth.
But instead, Luciano had given the key to one of his bodyguards…
And now it was game over.
Last mistakehewould ever make.
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Four of my guys dragged the dead bodyguard inside the apartment.
Toro stayed in the hall with Carmela to keep her quiet.
I took point and crept down the hallway with Romeo and Ciro right behind me.
My other guys fanned out through the kitchen and living room to make sure there weren’t any surprises.
I glanced around as I walked.
Nice fuckin’ place.
Luciano hadn’t spared any expenses on his little whore.
I knew where to go – not because I’d seen inside the apartment, but because I could hear the noise.
A woman’s voice was going, “Unh – unh – unh – unh!” down a hallway.
As I got closer, I could hear the wetslap slap slapof their bodies every time she cried out.
I reached the bedroom door, which was closed, and gently turned the doorknob.
It wasn’t locked.
Okay, maybethatwas Luciano Amato’s last mistake.
I flung open the door and walked in, my gun ready.
The room was lit by a single lamp on a bedside table.
Luciano was on the bed fucking his girl doggie style.
He was a tall guy – in pretty good shape for 40-something – but he still had a bit of a gut.
