“Then let’s take the girls home for a visit.”
CHAPTER 46
JOSEPH
Like a well-oiled machine, we shift the gears and all fall into place, as we have done many times before.
We each have our strengths.
Nico, the organizer, the master behind the plan. Julius is the demon in our midst with no morality. The perfect executioner, whereas Simeon prefers to take his time and is the anger, the strength and the power behind the punch. Then there’s me. The reluctant participant, too many demons to cloud my rationality. I’m the one liable to crack. To slay, to mutilate, and to act before asking questions. I wouldn’t want to be in a room with all of us and this time there is an added complication. We have three very important things to lose.
* * *
We arein position near the last drop of the food delivery truck, information acquired by one of our trusted consiglieres who we cannot operate without.
My men do their job, and the driver is soon otherwise occupied, bound, gagged, and detained until the operation is over.
Innocent men have nothing to fear; merely a diversion on their day. If they fight back, though, it’s another matter entirely.
As we head into the back of the van, I second-guess Nico’s decision in allowing the girls to participate. It’s as if my mind is racing, warning fear to stay away because I will not be liable for my actions if anyone threatens my wife.
I hold her hand tightly as is becoming customary and as we head for the service entrance; I arm my pistol with the other hand and train it on the door.I say pistol. This one has been custom made and can blow a hole the size of a wrecking ball through the unfortunate person on the other end. It is designed to blast holes in doors, concrete even and is always my preferred chosen weapon.
Two of my men are inside with us, and silence prevails except for the ticking clock inside my head. I hate every second of this because Tiffany is by my side. I have no regard for my safety, but I am terrified for hers. The only reason she’s here at all is because this is her demon to fight. I understand her sister’s insistence; hell, I would have done the same, but I don’t have to like it.
Voices are outside and then there are none. Tiffany’s eyes are wide as the door rattles.
A gruff voice whispers, “All clear, boss.” before he opens the door, stepping to the side as I grip her hand, following my men out of the small space.
They clear the route and we step inside the back door, shielded from the cameras that record every second of the day and night. As we creep into the kitchen, three dead bodies lie at our feet; my men silencing them for eternity as they cruelly extinguish any threat.
Tiffany’s voice trembles as she whispers, “The main house is upstairs. Morgan could be anywhere.”
The nearest guard whispers, “Giorgio has control of the security office, and the cameras show Morgan is entertaining a man in the dining room.”
“Entertaining?”
I need clarity on that and he states simply, “They are eating.”
“Any ID on the guy?”
His expression is ominous.
“Raphael Demitri.”
“Fuck.”
I shake my head and instruct my guard, “Alert the others. There will be added security, and now there are two sets of guards to remove. This is a fucking bloodbath.”
I grip Tiffany’s hand, shaking my head to her unspoken questions and whisper, “Where is the dining room?”
“We can use the service staircase. It leads into it. There is an elevator to deliver the food if you prefer.”
“The staircase.”
She points to a set of steps in the corner of the kitchen and I turn to my guard.
“Any news on the others?”
