Kat knocked on the door and entered with the kit.
I stewed as she managed to clean off both wounds and kept her mouth shut.
It was Edward who ordered, “Leave us and stay away from the door.”
As she slipped out, she sent me a worried look.“I’ll find Ellie.”I promised her that much.
No sooner than the door snicked shut, Alfonzo asked, “What is her location worth to me?”
I cracked my neck with a twist, preparing to fight both Edward and my cousin to the death.
“By that movement, at least three hundred million.”
“You think you’re funny?”Edward wasn’t a comedian by a long shot.
“I know a man who is at his breaking point.It’s my specialty.How many men do I need to send to that building?”
Shit.I lost count.“At least ten, if not a dozen.”
Alfonzo paled.“You killed all of them?”
“Yeah.You’re welcome.You are officially the only Conti left standing in the city… Except me.”
His jaw worked.“She got a call from her sister.Something about checking on a house.”
Allie’s house, I knew where it was.“I’ve got to go.”
Edward stepped between me and the door.“You are going nowhere until I know what’s going on.”
I put it as succinctly as I could.“He’s going to run Chicago.I’m going to pick up my girl.”Then I had to go to Sardinia and explain how I missed killing Johnny Porciello, but managed to wipe out an entire faction of the Conti’s business in under two weeks.That should be fun, not.
Alfonzo smiled as I slipped away.
When I got to Allie’s, I spotted the agent’s car.That made me extra cautious.I slipped in through the back to avoid the sticky front door.I heard Ellie’s voice.I waited to listen to the conversation, and heard enough to bury me.Porciello was here.I had him in my grasp again.
If I could kill him, I wouldn’t have to return home in total shame.I’d have accomplished at least one of Don Manca’s goals.I might be forgiven for the rest.
But I also heard the agent’s voice.Perkins sounded like she had control over the situation.I couldn’t let her keep that, because sending Porciello to the cops would cement the downfall of the Left Hand’s reputation.
I had to channel the ruthless nature of my biological father.I cursed my luck.Just when I had a good life in my grasp, it was snatched away.If I killed the agent, there wouldn’t be a corner I could hide in.If I didn’t, someone would want me dead for leaving loose ends dangling.
Or, if I let her kill him, which she wasn’t going to do, I’d be a laughing stock.The guy who was nothing without his handler.
I stepped in and took Bridget’s gun.
“Ringo.”Ellie breathed.
There was a knife in her leg.“Who did that?”
Forget asking, I knew who it was.
Johnny Porciello was waiting for his chance.He was actively gauging whether he could jump the gauntlet of women tied to the chairs, and beat me to the trigger.
I lifted an eyebrow to let him know he was shit out of luck.
“Ringo?I need to probably go to the hospital?”
Yeah, she did.“How are you still conscious?”
