“Here we fuckin’ go,” Zeke muttered under his breath as he stalked that way.
Stay fuckin’ calm and see what these fuckers want first.
What he did notice on his trek toward the lions’ den was that the well-dressed man waiting for him had dark hair, dark eyes, olive-toned skin, and was clean-shaven. But he had no fucking clue if the greeter was Italian, Hispanic, or even Middle Eastern.
Kyra had guessed Italian, so she could be right. Zeke also had no fucking clue why any Italians would be holding anything against him or his club. Or go so far as to snatch a three-year-old.
None of this shit made any fucking sense!
His step stuttered when all the pieces suddenly fell into place when he reached the man.
For fuck’s sake!Itwasthe goddamn Mafia! More specifically, the Sicilian “family” from Pittsburgh previously in business with the Deadly Demons. The goddamn Russos.
Son of a fuckin’ bitch!
“Where’s my fuckin’ boy?”
The slick fucker answered, “Inside waiting for you. Need to pat you down before you go in.”
As expected. “You got weapons inside that buildin’? ‘Cause if you do, means I should, too.”
“Unfortunately for you, it doesn’t work that way. As long as you keep your cool, you’re in no danger. You step out of line, then the situation might quickly change.”
Zeke’s jaw shifted. “Got a thirty-eight in my pocket.” Maybe if he volunteered that info, the welcome committee wouldn’t check more closely.
“Is there a round in the chamber?”
“What fuckin’ good’s a gun if it ain’t ready to go?”
“Take it out slowly and hand it to me butt first and with the safety on.”
When he slipped his hand inside his cut, he was tempted to shoot the motherfucker right through his cut. But if he started blasting, there was no telling what would happen to Ledger.
Get your boy first and then worry about burnin’ their shit to the ground later.
“Want it back.”
“Figured you’d want your son back more.”
Zeke ground his teeth. “My kid ain’t a pawn in whatever fuckin’ sick game you fuckers are playin’.”
The second Zeke had the handgun free, it was wrestled from his fingers. The full magazine was dropped into the guy’s palm and quickly disappeared into the pocket of his suit jacket. After a quick jerk of the slide, a lone round landed on the ground.
Dark brown eyes once again focused on Zeke. “What else are you carrying?”
“That’s it. Woulda been fuckin’ stupid to walk into an unknown situation like this unarmed.”
“Can’t disagree with that logic. So I’m going to ask again, what else are you carrying?”
“Nothin’.”
“Then that means I’ll find nothing when I pat you down.”
Zeke shrugged. “You wanna fuckin’ feel me up, have at it. Just note, I ain’t into guys.”
Since that didn’t rattle the Mafia goon, the man went ahead and checked Zeke’s person as thoroughly as if he was a pig, even around his dick.
Thank fuck he didn’t find any of the hidden knives. Though, that didn’t give Zeke much assurance since he had no doubt he’d be outnumbered inside.
