Costa Crew: One More Shot

Chapter 14 - The Godfather Unmasked

Paul jumped into the front of the van and fastened his seatbelt in the driver's seat. Charlotte sat beside him, a look of determination in her eyes.

His radio crackled to life. "Paul," said John's voice, sounding panicked. "Paul, it's John. Do you copy?"

"Receiving," said Paul, grabbing the radio.

"Hannah just texted me. The Godfather has Rebecca at Anthony's house."

Paul swore under his breath. "I'm on my way," he said. "Over and out."

"Paul," whispered Charlotte. "Calm down."

Paul turned to her. "All I can do is keep calm and focused. We're going to take them down and Amelia is going to regret the day she ever messed with Becky Hidgens."

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"Security please, Courtney," said Amelia Murphy, straightening up and walking towards Becky.

"Courtney, please," begged Becky. "She'll kill you too. As soon as I'm dead they'll kill you."

"That's never going to happen," said Amelia calmly. As soon as Hannah was gone, she glared at Becky. "Of course I'm going to have her killed! Don't tell her that!"

"You know, if you wanted to meet, there are easier ways than knocking out my boyfriend and bringing me here in the boot of his car."

Amelia laughed. "Like what? Text you? Hey Rebecca, let's meet up so I can kill you?"

Becky gasped as if everything had just become clear. "That's why I'm tied to a chair! I thought that wasn't a very nice way of saying hello."

"Neither is throwing up in someone's boyfriend's shoes," muttered Anthony.

Amelia glared at him. "Anthony, shut up. This isn't about you. And I know that that bruise on her face didn't just happen. I told you I wanted her unharmed."

Becky stared at them. "Boyfriend?"

Amelia smiled. "Yes. Well, fiancee. He's the only person that knows my identity. That takes something special. But don't worry, you and Courtney will both be at the wedding. In fact, you'll be involved in a very important part."

Becky ignored this. "So, Amelia Murphy, organised crime boss."

Amelia nodded. "You always like to think of yourself as Sherlock Holmes. Which really is accurate because you're both arrogant brats that take pleasure in standing in the way of others. I like to think of myself as Moriarty. I help out people when they have a problem. Dear Amelia, my husband's cutting me from his will, please kill him before he has the chance. Dear Amelia, my brother's been seeing the girl I like, please help me find some blackmail. The cops call me 'The Godfather', and really that is who I am. All of this does come for a price of course."

Becky rolled her eyes. "You haven't changed then. But revenge doesn't seem like you. Why kill me?"

Amelia scowled. "Because you're smart and you're annoying."

Becky grinned. "Thank you."

"I knew you'd take that as a compliment. I've put a lot of hard work and careful planning into making this business secure. If there's anyone who can and will interfere, it's you. So you have to die. Although I won't object to a spot of revenge."

Keep her talking, said a voice in Becky's head. "So it's you, your boyfriend who has very poor taste, and Courtney who you're going to kill. I'm surprised you're not still going everywhere with Lisa Beck and Lisa Kleinman. Did they finally see sense?"