TROUBLE

thirty eight

TW*Drug use and Torture*

"I'm just saying, we are playing too heavily on drawing the bastards out. I get I said we wait for them to make the first move but it's been three weeks. I'm fucking itching to get my hands around Zeke's neck. I'm itching to kill someone who has made our lives hell. So I'm sorry if I'm being impatient."

I'm appealing to the higher gods, and those gods being my oldest brother, cousin and well my boyfriend. I'm dying to get my hands dirty with those fuckers blood, I swear, but these idiots think it's best to wait till we have King and Villin to do it all at once. I, on the other hand, think intimidating them, by killing one of their top rats it will make them angry, make them strike faster.

"I get that, trust me, but these things take time." Rocco appeals.

I sigh, shaking my head. Sitting back down behind my desk. I kick my Gucci snake stilettos on top of my desk at the Vault.

"I'm going ask you a question fratello." I pause for dramatic effect. "How long does it typically take you and your mafia to hunt down a target, extract them, them seek justice?"

He looks at me like I am about to kill him. "As soon as possible."

That was his answer.

"Wrong answer. Here at the Vault we have all that done within a week. My people are smart, they strategise. They know how to do this. Myth held off of grabbing Zeke until I returned to full duty here, but throughout the time we went they knew exactly where he was. You know why? We were efficient."

Rocco gives me a murderous glare, but Leo and Miles both know I am right. This needs to be done now.

"Now you listen Rocco. I am going call my second in here. We are going to discuss what happens next. Then, we are going to the basement and getting rid of Zeke. Am I clear?" I answer sternly, staring him down.

"You can't order me around Cesca, I am a capo!!" He shouts, pointing a finger at me.

"In here Rocco, I am in charge. I am the Queen of this Kingdom, you are merely here as an advisor."

Silence.

All mouths were closed, their eyes wide.

"Glad that's cleared up." I smile, paging Myth through the intercom system. A few minutes later he walks through the door. I decided to make Myth my second, he has gone through a lot, we have been through a lot together. He was who I trusted with the Vault.

He was the right choice.

"Boss lady, you called?" He says slowly, looking at Rocco who was still glaring at me.

"We are going to see Zeke, I want you there too. Miles you coming?" He nods, but continues cleaning his gun patiently with his handkerchief.

"Rocco if you going to be angry at me, I don't want you down there, Leo, you coming down to watch?"

"I haven't had any action a while, so I'll definitely be down there."

Rocco scoffs, before walking out, slamming the office door at the same time. Sometimes I swear he is stroppy teenager. I roll my eyes, kicking back from my desk and walking down to the basement.

It feels colder down here than usual, it doesn't make me sick thinking about what I'm about to do, how am I supposed to feel about torturing and killing someone who I believed to be my best friend for years.

They did me wrong, they fucked up. Trusted the enemy over an ally, they was always the foe, Zeke deserved this. I was going to get to the bottom of this.