Mafioso--Part 5 by Nisa Santiago

Author:Nisa Santiago
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Melodrama Publishing

Chapter 22

D

iego and Luis sat outside the 20-story National Historical Landmark—The Plaza Hotel in a black Ford F-150 with tinted windows and an abundance of patience. Their keen eyes scanned the perimeter—up and down the populated block looking for their mark: Scott West. This was a stakeout, and both knew that a lot was on the line. If Scott even got an inkling he was on their radar, he wouldn’t hesitate to react violently.

It was early evening, just after six o’clock, and the area was bustling with activity and movements ideal for blending in. Tourists were coming out of the hotel to ride in the highly sought-after horse and carriages through Central Park. Guests were checking in and out, and employees were punching on and off the clock.

Tonight they were collecting intel, doing surveillance, gathering information to successfully pull off this hit. They had arrived fifteen hours earlier and had yet to get a glimpse of the elusive kingpin.

Both passenger doors opened, and Juan-Pablo and Miguel slid in carrying Subway sandwiches, and coffee and donuts. No one complained that it was about thirty degrees inside the vehicle because they couldn’t sit with the ignition on for heat. Each man would take turns getting out to stretch their legs, go inside one of the many fast food establishments to use the restroom, and then linger to get warmth. A vehicle sitting in park for hours with the ignition on was a telltale sign of potential danger to an organization such as Scott’s. His men would spot the SUV from a distance and react.

“Y’all see that nigga yet?” Juan-Pablo asked as he handed his highly skilled triggermen their food.

“Nah, not yet,” Diego replied. “Shit, if I had a room in there, I wouldn’t come out either.”

All the men nodded as they chowed down on their sandwiches. Just then, Diego saw the dark-colored Escalade steadily approaching in his sideview mirror.

“Get the fuck down,” he ordered. “This might be them.”

Murder Incorporated got low in their seats as the SUV cruised by them and double-parked in front of the hotel. A few minutes later, Scott—dressed in a full-length wool coat, suit, and hard bottom shoes came walking out, flanked by two goons. They climbed into the SUV and peeled out.

“Y’all ready?” Diego asked.

“Always,” said Juan-Pablo. He checked his .45 Glock—one in the chamber and his .380 tucked in his ankle holster—and they followed the vehicle.

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