Page 60 of Wicked Truths
“Oh well. The next person to walk through that door is a dead man.”
I know my eyes must resemble saucers right now because I can’t believe he would shoot his own man. He must be joking, right?
“You’d shoot your own man? Kill him in cold blood?”
“We are about to be at war. There will be a great loss. It’s best if you don’t get too attached to the people you work with.”
Who the fuck can think like that?
Am I just supposed to be so calm about losing Dad? Joey? Rhett?
I shake my head as something smashes just right outside the office door. “That’s a really fucked up outlook you have on life.”
He shrugs. “That’s the life of a mafia man.”
There’s no way people are really like this. Is he just putting up a front to look more intimidating?
To me, he just seems like an idiot.
“Being in the mafia is more than just being tough. It’s about family and being there for each other no matter what, and sharing common goals. You live, work, and die together for the greater good of the family.”
Of course, I don’t know what it’s really like because every time I work a job with Uncle Tony andAJ, I leave feeling guilty for going behind Dad’s and Joey’s backs.
“Maybe, but at the end of the day, you will be alone in that coffin, and eventually, everyone will forget about you and move on with their lives.”
Vinny wants to seem unaffected, like he simply doesn’t care about anyone or anything except himself, but his eyes tell a different story.
He looks lost, like he’s deep in thought.
While he’s distracted, I jump out of my chair, sprint across the room to where he’s standing, and kick him in his balls.
He lets out a long, pain-filled groan as his hands move to his crotch. “Son of a fucking bitch!”
Without giving him much time to recover, I kick him hard on his right knee, wincing slightly when I hear his bones crunch.
“You fucking whore! Just wait until I get my hands on you.” He yells as he falls to the ground.
He tries to sit up and reach for the desk, but before he can reach for his gun, I kick him in his chest.
I let anger fill my veins.
The anger from them kidnapping me.
The anger from him slapping me.
The anger for the war they are about to bring to my family.
I kick him again and again and again until he’s no longer screaming in pain but lying motionless on the floor while whimpering.
Grabbing his gun off the desk, I slowly move towards the door.
I press myself against the wall just as the door flings open. I raise the gun, ready to fight someone else, when Rhett rushes toward me.
“Chessie, thank God you’re alright. Come on. We’ve got to get you out of here.”
He lifts his gun and shoots the guy writhing on the floor.
The both of us watch the life drain from his body as his blood seeps into the gray and white rug.