Snake Eyes

Chapter 18

"What I wouldn't give to see the Don's face when you throw Arackniss under the bus like that. I'd love to hear that piece of shit's defense and watch as it falls on deaf ears." Now they were both laughing, but he needed just a little bit more. All of this was being recorded by his lover in the car, and it would justify his next moves to have it all.

"I'm going to enjoy it. I wanna watch the Don throw him out like he did Tony. Straight to the street with nothing, removed from the Family registry and everything! Alejandro has way too much power, and the Don doesn't even know it. It's almost like the brat runs the Family, and not the Don, and I'm sick of it. I think watching Arackniss will be almost as satisfying as watching the Don himself fall. The fucking fool he is."

"Everyone knows the Don's gone soft, and his son is just a glorified rich boy. He'd never catch on fast enough, and even if he did, there's no way the Don'll believe him over you, Artilluro. You've had the Don's ear for years." Artilluro gave a cocky shrug that settled everything for Arackniss. Not only had this man been skimming, he'd been manipulating his father, and had plans to set up Arackniss in a way that could realistically get Pentious tortured and tied out for the angels during the next cleanse. Straightening, he moved around the crates and started towards them. The moment Artilluro noticed him was as apparent as sunshine.

"So, I'm a glorified rich kid now?" He lifted the Tommy and held it at the ready, pointed at the two men. He noticed Tchekov and Rumince come out from the hiding places as well, guns ready and trained on the two in the center. "The Don's a fool, is he? I'm sure he'll love hearing all about this Artilluro." The absolute terror on Artilluro's face gave him a rush that was very close to sex he could have moaned with the pleasure.

"There's no way he'd believe you! The story is so far fetched, even for you!" He was sweating now, shaking. He knew it was over and he was done for.

"I don't have to say anything, Artilluro. You just did. I've been recording you since before you got the crate out of the truck. The Don can hear you accuse him of being soft." He waited for the man to move, to break and do something. 'Just try it, you stupid figlio un cane. I will end you.' He watched the man think about what he was going to do and realize that going down in a fire fight wasn't an option here. He was already dead, so it would just hurt like hell and he'd still face the consequences of his actions and words. Arackniss watched, ready, while Artilluro had his mental argument before raising all of his hands into the air and slowly kneeling onto the ground. He turned and trained his gaze on the foreman, who imitated his partners actions; hands in the air and dropping to his knees. Tchekov and Rumince each walked up behind the men and subdued their hands, making sure they had all six locked with finger cuffs, to prevent any picking. They sat the two on the ground and he waited while they gathered the stolen merch and put it back into the crate before putting it back in the truck. With that, he made the call that sealed the men's fate and within minutes the building was flooded with Family, checking for anything else that didn't belong. Arackniss left the building and went back out to the car, sliding into the seat beside Pentious. The car doors opened and two men slid into the driver and passenger seats before throwing the town car into drive and taking off.

"Nice to have you back, boys, but ain't you a bit premature?" Arackniss smiled when Luca shifted in the seat to look back at him.

"Nah, I don't think the Don'll mind in this case. Pretty pants down for them, if you ask me."

"Oh yeah, cause everyone's always askin' you, right?" Stefano's voice rang from the drivers side and Luca glared at the other Huntsman.

"Well, it's a form of speculative speech, you cagacazzo." Luca shifted in his seat.