“Of course you aren’t. Now you’re just going to take the fall for me instead.”
I wasn’t sure how much to say. How much he knew. He must have known Enzo was on his way if the reason he took Wyatt was to draw him here. But wasn’t Wyatt to draw me here?
“I’m here. You can let Wyatt go now. You promised.”
Everyone in the room laughed, and Tommy answered, “He’s only done half his job. When Enzo arrives, he will have fulfilled his usefulness.”
How does Wyatt know Enzo? Is that why he asked me so many questions about him before?
“And you will have fulfilled your usefulness after your attack dog comes and I put him down too.”
The idea of him hurting Hiro made my stomach roil and my hands fight against the cuffs holding them.
“Can’t very well take over the drug business in Buffalo with the mob and two off-the-books hitmen running around. It would undermine my authority.”
A few chuckles erupted from somewhere behind the light.
He wants to kill Kieran too?
“Why don’t you just take the drugs and leave? Set up somewhere else?”
“Because this ismytown!” Tommy yelled, coming closeenough that spittle peppered me as he spoke. “Why should I start over when I’ve already built up my reputation here?”
“This is Salvatore territory.” Even I knew that.
My head rocked on my neck when he slammed his fist into my cheek. It was the same place I’d been hit before, and I felt the skin split and the warm ooze of blood drag down my face.
“Don’t hurt him!” Wyatt yelled.
Someone hit him too.
A man walked over and leaned close to Tommy, whispering something I couldn’t hear.
“Looks like it’s showtime,” Tommy said. Then, in a louder voice, he told the room, “Listen up. Salvatore’s people have just been spotted. Take your places. Shoot on sight.”
Barely two seconds later, gunfire erupted, so loud that I jerked violently, toppling over in my chair. I grunted as white-hot pain burst in my hand and radiated up my arm and into my shoulder.
Tears blurred my vision as men shouted and more gunfire popped off. Worried for Wyatt, I craned my neck, trying to see if he was okay, but the lights were too bright, and the pain in my hand was excruciating.
And then something tugged on my chair. Pure panic flooded my system, and the chair I was attached to slowly slid backward. I gasped for breath, my throat straining against the zip tie as I started to cough.
Then suddenly, I was airborne, no longer on my side but midair as someone ran with me around a tall set of crates.
The chair hit the ground, and a man completely dressed in black stepped into my sight. I knew him immediately, despite the hat and face mask. The scent of leather and cigarettes was ingrained in my soul.
Cigarettes? He quit.
I jolted back, thinking I’d somehow gotten it wrong, but he tugged the mask off and tipped his chin, showing me his face.
Hiro.
He pressed his finger to his lips, telling me to be quiet, and I nodded. His eyes swept over me, and I watched his nostrils flare as he took in the blood. I tugged my hands to show him I was tied up, and he pulled something from his coat and cut me free immediately. I sagged forward, but he caught me, putting me on the ground before reaching for the zip tie around my neck.
Anger burned in his eyes, and violence nearly attacked the atmosphere around him as he snapped the tight plastic off my neck.
The second it was free, I gasped in a deep breath, automatically putting my hands up to feel where it had been.
“Where else are you hurt?” he asked gently, but everything else about him vibrated with rage.
