Killer Love by Drake Tabatha

Author:Drake, Tabatha
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-08-05T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 17

Luka

I park the car a kilometer away from the Zappia estate.

Yuri refuses to budge from the backseat, but I don’t expect him to either. He’s made his choice and there’s not enough time to try and change his mind. It’s honestly safer for him to stay here and out of sight. At least he’s not actively trying to stop me.

Fox and I move through the woods, stepping softly on leaves and twigs until the front gate comes into view beneath the late evening sunset.

“There’s a wall,” I say. “It surrounds the entire estate on all sides.”

“How tall?”

“Too tall.”

“Then, I guess we’re going through the gate.”

I nod. “There’s usually a half-dozen of them on the front lawn.”

Fox blinks. “Just the lawn?”

I pause. “Is this a problem?”

He shakes his head and keeps moving.

We stop once we can go no further without being spotted.

Fox bends down to his knees with his rifle case. “How good is your hand to hand?” he asks me.

“Better than most. How good is your shot?”

“The best.”

I breathe a quiet laugh. The American pretty boy is cocky. Can’t say I’m surprised.

Fox assembles his rifle back together as I look on, watching his hands work with quick, expert precision.

“I’ll get through the gate,” I say. “You watch my back and move up when it’s clear.”

“Okay.”

I shake the nerves from my hands. Roughing up idiots in chairs is one thing. I can’t say that opportunities to infiltrate private estates come up often in my life as a mafia bodyguard. I’m usually on the other side of this, keeping people out who shouldn’t be in.

But Sofia is in there. With my son. Nothing else matters more than that.

I look down at Fox. If he’s nervous at all, he’s not showing it. If he feels anything at all, I can’t tell.

“You’ve done this before,” I note.

He glances up at me as he reaches for his masked stuffed into his bag. “Yeah.”

“A lot?”

“A few.”

“Did they end well?”

“Sometimes.”

I narrow my eyes at him as he slides the mask over his head. “What’s that for?”

“I can’t be recognized.”

“You do a lot of jobs in Italy, comrade?”

“A few.”

I sigh. Now I know what it feels like to be Yuri trying to talk to me most of the time. “Please don’t shoot me.”

“I’ll try.”

He throws the rifle strap over his shoulder and stands up, his eyes scanning the trees for the best place to go. Without a word, he reaches up and hops to grab a low-hanging branch. He easily pulls himself up and climbs to a better position like a damn monkey.

“You’ve done this before,” I say again.

“You never had a treehouse?” he asks from his branch.

I shrug and walk off toward the gate, taking big breaths to kill the last of my nerves.

As I approach the gate, I add a strut to my step, slightly dragging my toes to make a little bit of noise.

A guard stands on the other side and spins around as I draw near, his finger wrapped tight around the trigger of his rifle.

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