EL DIABLO II by M. ROBINSON

Author:M. ROBINSON [ROBINSON, M.]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Published: 2020-09-07T16:00:00+00:00

A young woman.

Chapter 25

—Cruz—

“Noooooooo!” my victim screeched. “My wife! My fucking wife!”

“Shit!” Carlo panicked, darting his gaze at me. “I didn’t see her, Boss. I swear—”

Raising my gun, I took him out next. A bullet to the chest, causing his body to fly backward. “That’s for not guarding my six.”

“Sir, I’m sor—”

Another bullet near his heart. “Save your bullshit! That woman could have cost me my fucking life!”

“Boss—”

Last shot was to his head. His body dropped to the ground in one loud thud.

No mistakes.

Not one.

He paid with his life.

“Goddamn it!” I yelled out my frustrations, so much for Carlo being my main man.

“I’m going to kill you!” my enemy threatened, only further adding gas to my burning blaze. “Do you hear me? I’m going to fuc—”

Lifting my Glock yet again, I blasted him in his heart. My head was pounding, my leg throbbing, my fucking conscience was eating me alive. I was beyond over the fucking dramatics.

In less than a minute, I murdered three people in cold blood. Limping over to the table in the middle of the shop, I carefully sat down to inspect the hole in my leg.

“For fucks sake,” I rasped to myself, undoing my tie. I wrapped it around my thigh, using it as a tourniquet. The bullet was a straight shot through the side of my leg, I probably needed fucking stitches, but I didn’t have the patience for that right now. I was too fucking pissed.

Literally fucking fire.

I’d deal with it later when I got home. Thinking I was headed in that direction, my phone rang catching my attention.

“Yeah,” I answered. This fucking device never stopped ringing.

“Meet me at the vineyard,” Luciano ordered on the other end of the line.

“Twenty minutes,” I retorted. “I need someone to clean up this mess at this motherfucker’s shop.”

“Text me the address, I’ll send someone.”

I hung up and sent him the coordinates of where I was.

This was my life, wherever and whenever I was needed nothing else mattered, not even my wife. La Familia came first. It was what I sacrificed in order to find my sister.

My life for hers.

Through tunneled vision, I made it out to my car and stepped in. Opening the center console, I grabbed a few pain pills that I kept in there for circumstances like these and swallowed them down whole with no water before starting the engine. Yanking my steering wheel to the left, I made an illegal U-turn on the road I was on, driving toward the industrial warehouse that stored one of Luciano’s finest wineries in Sicily.

I quickly learned El Capo didn’t half-ass anything that had his name attached to it. It was the best money could buy no matter what or who he had to kill to make sure his name remained at the top of the fucking food chain. I admired his tenacity at remaining number one.

Which only navigated me to this point in time.

Once I arrived at the secluded vineyard in the middle of nowhere, I parked my car and walked inside.

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