CARMELO
I was going to kill them.
Each one of these men who were robbing my woman's paintings and taking them into a van. I glared at the footage, wishing I could smash the monitor. I was glad I got the footage before they were deleted. "Zoom them in,"
"Yes, sir." The trembling guy in the monitoring room zoomed in on the men who wore face masks. The security guys were outside talking to the police. Of course, I beat them all up. How could they as the security men let those people in and let them do what they liked? Said they thought they were sent by the owner. And so, they let them without confirming first. Fucking idiots.
These fools made my woman cry. I was going to kill them and take my time while I do. They had to go through worse than she did. Nobody hurts my woman and lives to see another day. "Zoom the one on the left," I narrowed my eyes on his forearm. He had a crossed-knife tattoo. My fingers cracked as I fisted them. Enzo Russo's men. That fucker has a death wish, and I would gladly grant him.
I took my phone and walked out of the surveillance room. "Who was it?" Storm asked, walking beside me. "Enzo fucking Russo." I pressed the phone to my ear. "Where are you?" I said once the call went through. "HQ. Why?"
"I need some men." I cut straight to the chase. "Who are we killing?" Junior asked. "Enzo Russo." I replied, stopping right outside the gallery's entrance. Chichi was still on the floor, gazing around with hollowness in her eyes. My heart clenched at the sight of it. "Fuck we are! I'll be there in a minute." I hung up the call and pocketed it. "I need you to watch over her." I said to Storm. "No, I'm coming with you."
I titled my head, "I wasn't asking." She let out a deep breath looking at Chiara. "Yes, boss. Fuck you, Melo." She uttered and walked away. I watched her disappear in one of the rooms inside the gallery, as usual. Storm might not be seen, but she was always there.
I walked in and went to sit down with her. "Hey," I whispered. She faced me with her swollen red face. I smiled vainly and removed hair from her face. "I have to go somewhere." I watched wheels turning in her mind and she stood up. "You are going after them, aren't you? I'm coming with you." She dusted her hands.
And as much as I loved how quickly the fire erupted in her eyes. No, she was going nowhere. "No, you're not, tesoro." She shook her head, "But—" I kissed her lips and pressed my forehead with hers. "I promised to bring them, didn't I?" She nodded. I held her chin and raised her face, "Do you trust me, tesoro?" She stared into my soul and uttered. "Yes," weakly. I felt my chest swelling when she did.
I kissed her again, "Storm will get you back to the hotel. Rest. I'll be back soon." I brushed her cheek, watching her one more time before walking out. "Black, with me, the rest, stay with her." The men replied in unison, "Yes, sir."
Rage boiled hot inside me and I'm afraid I wouldn't rest until I unleashed it.
We waited outside and not so long did Junior arrive with four black cars. Stacked with our men, fully armed. His Mafia rig wasn't far from the area. But my younger brother was always punctual when it came to shedding blood. He was born in it.
"I like it when you turn the switch off, bro. You glow." Junior exclaimed, leaning over and opening the door from the inside. I stepped in while Black joined the others. "What have you got for me?" I asked. "Your favorites. The twins." He opened a bag and handed me the twin gold guns and a bullet proof vest. It's been a while since I last used them. I checked the magazines, and they were loaded. I placed the guns on my lap, pulled the shirt over my head and wore the vest before putting the shirt back on. "Have you got their location?" Junior nodded, "Easy peasy. Fucker is at his warehouse."
"Good. Then let's pay him a visit."