Page 97 of She Belongs to Me
The leader wasn’t fazed in the least, but the young man, who’d likely been sent on his first assignment, was about to have a nervous breakdown.
“Kápoios Amerikanós malákas.”
Some American asshole.
I honestly didn’t think the kid would break that easily. Usually, it took some level of pain inflicted on various body parts.
All hell seemed to break loose, the leader becoming enraged instantly and trying to kill the kid. Typically, that wasn’t the kind of reaction from enemies under duress, but it would seem the two men had a lot to lose if they fucked this up. I wouldn’t put it past Adonis to use their families as collateral instead of making this a typical business transaction.
The leader punched the other soldier, who went down but came up fighting. Initially, I’d thrown out my arm to my men, allowing the fight to occur. I’d hoped I could learn something else during the pitiful showing of rage.
However, the leader made the mistake of using the opportunity to grab something from the bag that they’d brought inside. Another weapon buried in the bottom.
There was no other choice and I happily made the decision, putting two bullets between each of their eyes.
I took a step back as their bodies slumped to the floor, rubbing my jaw. What the fuck was really going on here and more important, what should I expect in the next few days?
“What the fuck was that?” Luca asked.
Enzo bent down to the kid, yanking on the jumpsuit. I sensed he was looking for any scrap of information that might provide details.
He wouldn’t find anything. That was the way this worked.
“A shit show,” I grumbled, furious that things had gotten this far. However, it was no longer about my organization wallowing in our wealthy shit or about not being prepared. This was about Adonis enjoying telling me in no uncertain terms that he wanted something I owned.
Owned.
Yes, my lovely Alexandra did belong to me and damn any man who dared try to take her away. I’d pluck out their eyes, feeding both to the nearby birds. And that would be just the beginning.
“He’s clean,” Enzo said after a few minutes.
“I knew he would be. See if you can determine where the van originated, but I doubt you’ll find anything.” I was frustrated as fuck. I hadn’t intended on killing two bastards today, but I couldn’t seem to control one day to the next at this point.
The fucking party was tonight and my sister would kick my ass if I canceled. We were likely more protected on the estate than anywhere else. Plus, I had to admit that sending low-level soldiers that had likely been trained at this mystery camp meant Adonis had nothing other than a suspicion of her existence.
But from where?
My thoughts drifted back to Greg. I hated myself for it, but as Domino had reminded me. I couldn’t rule anything or anyone out at this point.
In addition, I would need to confirm with my hackers there’d been no morning breach. That concerned me more than anything. With various military operations throughout the world, various methods of worming into other systems had been developed. Of course it wasn’t technology that would be shared or glorified on some news program.
Everyone thought the Russians were the strongest with military operations. Bullshit. Adonis had been in the United States long enough he’d learned a great deal. And if he had serious connections to anyone inside the various military organizations, the man would be highly lethal. It wasn’t about just using guns or bombs any longer.
Mattia would be a perfect partner for him.
The two of them could potentially start a war in both countries, easily expanding their territories. Mattia had always wanted the top dog position, which I suspected Adonis did in another country. Why not take both?
The Armenians on the East Coast in the US were disjointed, the Bratva a limited challenge. With time and complacency, both countries could be ripe for a takeover. That pissed me off.
A laugh formed, but I squelched it. This wasn’t a laughing matter in the least. It was an exercise in superiority. And in my mind, this had everything to do with the congressman who’d been murdered.
How many others in top positions had lost their lives over the years? Few had likely been killed with violent measures. Poison, industrial accident, an accidental fall, or even a car accident could have been used without being questioned. Especially if Adonis had been careful.
If I was right, the man was gearing up to take more territories in Philadelphia and if I had to guess, I’d say he was moving up to New York. After that? He could take the ports and wreak fucking hell on international trade.
Hmm…
“Let’s get this cleaned up and we’re going to be quiet about it. If this was ordered by who I think it was, he’ll want to gloat. I refuse to give him that.”