Slowburn

Chapter 18 (Renzo's POV)

        I had already gotten all the way to my brother's restaurant when I was alerted to trouble at the club. My brother saw me answering the call, and when I heard that the fucking Van Dijk nephews were robbing the place and holding all the girls at gunpoint I lost it. I started running back down the sidewalk and my brother ran after me wanting to know what was happening.

 When I told him he said he'd meet me there, but I was already too focused on getting there. On getting these bastards. I was seeing red. I held the wheel so tight my knuckles were white as I sped through traffic to get to my place. 

        As soon as I jumped outta the car I noticed the getaway vehicle sitting in waiting. I snuck around the car and yanked the kid out of it by his fucking stupid blonde hair, tossing the gun I felt on his waist. I already had my own gun pressed to his head while I held him against me with my arm wrapped tightly around his neck. 

I gave him no slack to move. Dragging the son of a bitch down to my club I busted through my own back door to show those pricks I had their little brother. 

They knew they were fucked after that. Especially when security busted in, and soon after Dante and all my guys were outside and ready for them. I couldn't scan the room for her. I had to get these assholes to drop their weapons and they did. As soon as I got the girls out of there the real trouble started.

"Get 'em" I ordered, and like a pack of hyenas my men circled these guys and dragged them away. I needed to clear the area so the girls could come back and grab their things. I had my men drag the four of them down to the basement and tie them up, and texted my guys to hurry up and get everyone situated and sent home. 

"Rocco, get the girl home safely. You personally" I ordered him before walking off. I have a lot to do tonight and it starts and ends with a lot of violence.

        Downstairs I was sure to tape the asshole's mouths shut, so they couldn't cause a ruckus and potentially alert anyone that we were down here. I doubt we would. I picked this building specifically for my business because there is a hidden door that was used during the prohibition to hide illegal liquor in the speakeasies this place once was. It's perfect for keeping guests. 

"Pray to whatever God you dutch bastards believe in because tonight ends with you on your knees waiting to be eliminated execution style. Isn't that how you like to do it in Amsterdam?" I asked them, knowing they can't talk for shit. 

They started fighting the ropes, but good luck to them. One of my goons is like the fucking fifty shades of grey bastard. He likes bondage and he knows how to tie a knot like none other. 

        I love to watch a man writhe in fear once he realizes he's lost. I like the pleading they try to give when they know they're going to die. There were no questions asked this time. I did old Van Dijk a favor by only beating his nephew for the shit he pulled in my club, but this shit...nah. They're all fucking dying tonight. 

"Boss, your father asked that you wait to handle these guys. He wants to come down" Dante whispered to me. I glanced at my watch and sighed. "Yeah alright, wait for my father and we'll reconvene. I'm gonna go check the security footage to see how these assholes didn't alert security" I told the room as a whole.

        I walked up to my private office and went to my desk, which has several monitors worth of security camera footage. I rewound the tapes and paused at the second I saw the bastards approaching. They came in through the back door. It was unlocked because I told Kat she was only allowed to enter through the back entrance from now on. Jokes on me then. 

They were smart not to go up front and cause chaos in the main room because my guys would have been alerted much sooner, and things would have turned into a full blown shoot out. Especially with some of the other guests who have memberships at my club.