Loving a Killer | 18+

3.2 - Valentine

| Norah |

I was still mad at Maddox for telling my father about the plan to kill Viktor Kosta. Yet, after he apologized and explained why he did it, it was hard to stay as mad as I was initially. It had been two weeks and now everyone knew about the plan. Except that was it, there really wasn't one yet.

"So how the hell do you plan to kill Kosta? Anytime he is in public, he's rarely alone. Not to mention, he is always by countless men ready to kill or be killed for him," Ricardo sat lounged in the chair by Adriano's desk, ankle resting on his knee. He looked at Maddox incredulously like he still didn't think there was a way to kill Kosta.

"The Kostas have an annual dinner at the end of February. If we can somehow sneak into the place, the commotion of all the guests can cover me so I can at least get in and take him out," Maddox explained. My stomach lurched into my throat, and I bit my tongue. He was implying that he solely was focused on getting in and not getting out. Meaning...

"Are you saying we shouldn't plan on getting you out?" Matteo asked. Xander looked over to me, studying my expression. He was the only one who knew that however unphased I was, I was sick on the inside with the thoughts of Maddox going on a suicide mission to kill the man I was vengeful towards. He gave me a small, unnoticeable knowing smile.

"I don't expect that me opening fire on the head of the Russian mob will allow me to leave the place alive-" Maddox started and I burst.

"Are you fucking stupid? You can't go in without a plan of getting out," I spat. I instantly drew back. Maddox looked at me briefly with a shocked look. Too much emotion and it would be obvious. "I mean, there has to be a way this doesn't end with you dying along with him."

Maddox shrugged.

"I'm just assessing the obvious possibility," He responded.

"Well, we should still plan on getting you out," I said.

"Exactly. We cannot go into this expecting the worst. If we do, then things can turn out badly," Luca chimed in. I nodded in agreement.

"So, does anyone know when this dinner is happening?" Matteo asked.

"It's the last Saturday of the month every year. I expect it will be the same this year," Maddox informed us.

"What kind of dinner is it?" I asked.

"Well, if you're wondering, I am assuming it will be primarily Russian cuisine-" Matteo answered. Ricardo cut him off by smacking the back of his head.

"Norah isn't asking what kind of food will be served, idiota," Ricardo said and rolled his eyes.

"It's for their annual family reunion, so to speak. They get together every year, all of them, here in New York where the Kosta family business started," Maddox answered me.

"So, you think the best time to take Viktor Kosta out is when his estate is filled with every Kosta from across the United States?" Luca asked this time. Maddox sat back and crossed his arms frustratedly.

"Wouldn't you suppose that the best time to kill Kosta is when his house is crawling with over a hundred people?" Maddox countered. That did make sense.

"Won't people recognize you?" I questioned.

"Lucky for us, the theme this year is a masquerade."

"A masquerade," Matteo whistled, "kinky. Now, if I was into Russian women-"

"Matteo," Our father finally spoke up, looking at Matteo with a stern gaze. He hadn't said anything until then. Matteo rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.