Page 8 of Mob Queen
“You need to let me make sure it’s safe.”
“She’s not going to kill me, G.”
“Fuck,” G mutters as he slides out of the back of the car and slams the door. He walks around to my side and opens it. I step out, and move toward the front of the car.
“Condolences for your father,” 15 says as she appears from the darkness. We’ve used 15 a handful of times to take out some particularly difficult adversaries, and every time we have a meeting with her, she’s always dressed the same.
Black, fitted clothes, a gun strapped to her thigh, two guns hanging off her shoulders, and her long dark hair pulled back into a severe ponytail. “Did you kill him?”
“Frankie,” G warns under his breath.
“You called me here to find out if I killed your father?”
“Yes.”
“You wasted my time.” 15 steps forward and I match her energy.
“Frank,” G calls.
I hold my hand up to him as I approach 15. “Did you pull the trigger?”
“I don’t answer to you.” 15 steps closer.
My heart is beating so hard I can feel it at the base of my throat. I’ve heard every urban legend about 15, but if she put a bullet into my father’s head, then I’ll be returning the favor. “Did you kill him?” I square up to her.
15 arches a brow as a slow smirk tugs at her lips. “You’ve got balls, Frank.” She looks me up and down. “No, I didn’t.”
“Do you know who did?”
“No.”
“I’ll pay you to find whoever pulled the trigger.”
She shakes her head and scoffs. “What is it with you dons who want me to be a fucking babysitter?” She pulls her shoulders back. “Am I killing him?”
“No, I want to know who gave the order.”
15 takes a step backward. “Call me when you want me to kill someone.”
“15.” I jump forward to grab her arm so she doesn’t leave. 15 stops and without moving her head, looks up then back to me. I hear the whirl of the drones and know, 15 is beyond prepared to take us all down. She’d do it and not lose a moment of sleep. The thing is, I’m prepared to take her out too. “There’s no bad blood between us, 15.”
“Keep it that way,” she warns.
“Find who killed my father, get the information then do whatever you want to the shooter.”
“Now we’re talking my language.”
“Usual fee?” I ask.
She flicks her gaze to G, then back to me. “Not now, it’s doubled.” The smirk she’s giving tells me everything I need to know. She respects me for challenging her, but I have to pay the price because I challenged her.
“What’s the ETA on the information?”
“Fifty percent up front.”
I look to G and give him the okay to transfer the money. When he looks up, he gives me a confirmation nod. “Done.”
“When I have it, I’ll get in touch.” She takes a step back into the darkness. The drones continue to hover for at least another minute. And when the drones disappear, I know 15 has too.