“If you have to turn the earth upside down, then fucking do it.Voglio che Dean Rossi venga trovato(I want Dean Rossi found)!”
I shove him back, but he barely budges.
“Ready the men, we storm his place now!”
If he’s decided to mess with the king, then he’ll learn what it means to bleed for it.
The ride to Dean’s house is filled with tension. Matteo reloads his gun beside me, and the other guards in the SUV cock theirs. I sit still, my hands fisting my Glock so tight that I feel its imprint on my palm.
Five more SUVs flank ours, and as we swerve through traffic, the red in my vision becomes more visible. We roll down the manicured street and come to a halt before his mini estate.
The driver swerves to the side, giving way for one of the SUVs that rams into the gate. On impact, a loud sound ricochets through the air, and it signals the start of war.
I jump down, Matteo and a few guards flanking me on either side. Dean’s guards open fire, and my men respond.
I fire at the first opposition I see, not watching as their bodies crumble to the ground, before I shoot another. My vein pounds in my temple as one bullet whooshes dangerously close to my ear, but before I turn around, Matteo already has the culprit bleeding from a clean shot to his head.
Without much resistance, we reach the doors as I signal to Matteo to be on guard. A brute kick of my leg is all it takes to send the doors swinging open. Matteo and the other guards trail me as I enter, my thumb aching to press the trigger. But the mansion is empty.
“Sweep the bottom.” With a nod, I signal to two men while Matteo and three others follow me upstairs. The stairs creakwith the weight of dread as I ascend the stairs, taking it two at a time.
“East wing,” I bark to Matteo and the guards. “I’ll take the West.”
A cunning bastard like Dean may have fled, but there’s every reason to believe he hasn’t had enough time to properly cover his tracks. A maid comes into view, and I almost press the trigger before I realize it’s a teenager, probably around sixteen.
She pales when she sees me, and I lower my gun.
“Where’s your boss?”
Tears stream down her cheeks. “I…h-he left a while ago. Was making a phone call and saying that the enemies would soon be here.”
Fuck!
“And his daughter?” I grit my teeth, assessing the nuances in her behavior.
She shakes her head fearfully. “She never came back since she got married. She and Boss never got along, so she stayed away.”
My brows furrow at this. Of course, she ditched the tracker in her phone to avoid leading us to her fucking partner in crime…Or she never came home because she was oblivious to her father’s schemes. My throat tightens.
I don’t get to ask more questions when Matteo appears beside me.
“The mansion is empty. Those guards outside are only decoys to buy him more time,” he breathes. “But we found this in his study.”
He stretches some papers out for me and I snatch them furiously, willing my breath to stay even as I glance through. My knuckles whiten when I take in images of guns, drugs…and a dead body.
“What is this?”
“That’s the general’s son.”
My eyes fall to the image as I study it again. A cold, grainy photo of the body. It makes no sense.
“Drawers were gutted. Suitcase half packed on the desk, a cigarette that still sits warm. The papers were inside the suitcase.”
Means he just left, and the papers were important. The assassination case is old, but it remains important to him, nonetheless.
“Have the men dig into the case.Trovami qualsiasi correlazione con Dean(Find me any correlation with Dean).”
“Yes, Boss.”
