Amateurs,he mentally sneered.
"Do you really think I won't kill you?" he said in a deadly calm voice and slapped the guy in the face. Othello dragged him to where the chaos was, letting him see all of his friends lying dead on the ground. Othello enjoyed seeing the fear in his eyes. "You will tell me who sent you, or I promise you, after the torture I will bring you, you will wish for death." He remained silent, and Othello's patience was ready to pop until Vito spoke up.
"Boss, I recognize this guy," he said, pointing to one of the dead men.
"Yeah, who is he?" Othello asked.
"He's part of Falcon's gang. He was with me and the others outside, watching the door the night you got shot," Vito explained.
Othello looked at Alessandro. "It seems I pegged him wrong. Well, I won't be making that mistake again." Pulling out his gun, he pointed it to the man's head. Just as he was about to pull the trigger, he heard a jingly ringtone. Othello tilted his head, and Tallen ran over, searching through the guy's jacket, then pulled out his cellphone. "Say the wrong thing, and I will kill you on the spot."
Tallen swiped the screen, answering the call. "Sorento, what took you so long to fucking answer?" Falcon's sarcastic tone said on the other side of the line.
"I—I had to make sure they were dead," Sorento responded.
"Is Moor dead? Did you make sure?" Falcon asked.
Sorento looked at Othello, who quirked a brow. "Yeah, I killed him myself."
Falcon laughed. "You did good, Sorento. It's a shame. I really liked Moor, but he's not one of us. Plus, he was too fucking cocky for his own good." Falcon sighed. "Make sure our guys clean up the mess. We don't want evidence coming back to us. Bring Moor's body to me. I'm at the main house." Falcon hung up, not leaving room for further discussion.
Othello looked at Sorento. "Your boss really is an idiot," he said, then pulled the trigger, taking the man out and letting his body drop to the ground.
He looked at Alessandro. "I'm dealing with this tonight. Do you have any objections?"
"None, but you realize he's not working alone," his father said. "You're the boss now."
Othello nodded. "Don't worry, I won't kill him yet. I get the feeling he won't talk so easily."
Scanning the pier, Othello noticed most of their cars were gone and suspected they had taken the injured to get patched up. Their cleaning crew was already fast at work. While he was on the phone, they already had the bodies squared away, ready to be taken to Falcon.
They couldn't hide the bullet holes in the containers, but getting rid of the pallets was easy—just dumping them in the water. Some of his crew were hit, but not to the point of death; however, he needed to be sure.
"How many of our guys were hit?" he asked.
"Two," Vito answered. “Marco took Nico to get treated since he was the worst one. Too bad the doctor isn't at the hospital anymore; he could have patched him up."
At Des's mention, Othello figured he wouldn't see his lover tonight. He couldn't let the Falcon situation sit for too long. It also meant that he could get answers about what was happening. He'd underestimated Falcon, but Falcon also didn't know him well enough.
"Get our people to do a better job with cleanup. We don't want to leave any evidence we were here."
"Yes, boss," Vito said.
"Tallen, call up the crew and tell them to prepare for a hunt." Othello grinned, licking his teeth, feeling like a feral beast. He might not end up having a romantic night with Des, but once he got his answers, he'd be so fucking horny he would be sure to fuck him so good that his little doctor wouldn't be able to get out of bed for a week.
SCENE II
DES
"Are you sure my parents can't get their hands on my money?" Des asked Erin.
The money his grandfather had given him was now close to one hundred million dollars, thanks to some keen financial advice from Othello.
"Yes, for the fifth time," she groaned. "Why are you worried about this? We covered all of our bases."
"I'm being annoying, I know, but my parents are not to be trifled with. Look how easily my father evaded the allegations; from the looks of it, he's even gone up in the polls."
"I thought you weren't paying attention to the election," Erin said.
