“Boss, I couldn’t find a doctor, but I found–” Breathing hard, Joey raced in through one of inside entrances, his words halting as his gaze fell on Ishika then Lorenzo.
“What the fuck did you find?” I barked, bringing his eyes back to my face.
“A private mother and child clinic about a block over. I broke in and waited. No alarm went off, nor did any cops arrive to check it out. Besides, it has everything we might need.”
I turned to Ishika. “Would that work? Would we be able to move him that distance?”
Joey responded before she could. “Those fuckers are still out there, though, patrolling the area looking for us. We could call in reinforcements but after the chopper–” He paused, looking from me to Dario and back.
I knew he was thinking the same thing we all were. We’d be risking our men’s lives and that was something my brother would frown upon even if his life was in danger.
“They probably know one of us is injured.” Annoyed, I dragged a hand through my hair, not caring about the blood smear. “How did you get here without being seen?” I asked Joey.
“When those bastards cornered me, I headed for the basement and found a door leading to an abandoned subway or an idea of one that didn’t fully materialize. It runs under all these buildings. I just kept walking.”
“What luck.” My laugh lacked mirth.
“If my assumptions are correct, they’ve searched the place and found nothing, so I’m pretty sure they won’t go back there.”
“It’s a chance we have to risk.” I shifted my attention from him to Ishika. “Best way to move him?”
fifty-one
. . .
Remo– 36 years old
Twenty minutes later, with Dario and I carrying Lorenzo on a makeshift stretcher, Ishika between us to keep a check on my brother, Joey leading the way upfront and the other five men around us, keeping guard, we reached the clinic without any hiccups.
Two floors off the ground, the facility served our purpose well. Those fuckers would have to climb the surrounding buildings to catch us off guard plus it gave us the advantage of seeing them approach.
Cool gray walls, white tiled floors and four rooms excluding the reception foyer, made up most of the space. Ishika did a quick scan and guided us to a mini operating room, complete with steel table in the center, x-ray machine, other equipment and not surprising, one half of a fridge filled with plastic blood bags and the other, vials of medication. Given the area, it didn’t take a genius to figure out the so-called mother and child clinic was a façade for the criminals in the area, something I’d probably confirm if I searched their records.
As soon as we placed Lorenzo on the table, she turned to me. “You should leave, you’ll just lose your shit and distract me if you stay.”
I might own her pussy, right now though, she had me at a disadvantage. My brother’s life in her hands, so I forgave her blunt insolence. “I’m staying.” My raised brow challenged her to fight me.
Her eyes narrowed for just a second before she turned her back on me and moved around the room. Opening and closing drawers, she searched for surgical tools while I scrubbed my hands clean of the blood.
Done, I gathered the men to survey the building. Now that Lorenzo was taken care of, I could focus on a plan to get us the fuck out of there. The front door opened to two elevators and a sealed stairwell while a large window provided an exit via a fire escape at the rear of the clinic.
“Watch both entrances, two up front, two in the back. Cover each other,” I instructed Diego, and the other three men then turned to Joey and Gian. “You help the doctor, get her anything she needs.” They nodded, moving away. I looked at Dario. “Call Quinn. That bastard owes me for not killing his brother. Ask him to get us out of this shithole without making it obvious. They need to come in hard and fast, it’s the only way we’re getting out of here alive.”
“You think he’ll help?”
“Tell the fucker if he doesn’t, I won’t just come after his brother this time but the whole fucking Doyle mob including his pretty wife, his mother and his son,” I grunted, itching to kill someone.
High on some laced shit, Aidan Doyle tried to steal from my men, he got caught. I let him off with a warning because Quinn and I had an understanding. We didn’t cross each other’s territories.
Dario made the call as we walked back to the operating room. Arms folded over my chest, I leaned one shoulder against the doorframe and watched my little fox. Her voice stern, her instructions specific, she commanded my men like they werehersoldiers. I caught their surprised smirks sent my way as if questioning why I allowed her this reign.
“See if you can bring in a bed from one of the other rooms,” she ordered Joey and Gian.
They returned two minutes later, wheeling a bed behind them. I stood aside watching her direct them. My dick liked her forceful tone, the fucker twitched, anticipating that authoritative mouth around his head.
Her show of dominance reminded me of Koro in some way and I wondered if Ishika would ever try being less submissive. Not surprisingly, I realized just as quickly that I didn’t like the idea, preferring the control I had over her body. It was pure fire when it began and downright sizzling when it ended. I wouldn’t give it up for anything, even if both women begged me to forget the other.
“It’s done.” Dario came up beside me. “Quinn’s on his way back from the airport. He asked for an hour or two to scope out the area and get his men into place.”
