Loving Becky

Chapter Three: On the Move

   I never stay at one house for too long. I definitely had to get out of the last one after calling Vincent from the driveway. I usually sell the houses I've lived in the week before I plan to move again. I could write a book about all the homes I've lived in over the years.

"You'll hate this basement." I tell her as I throw her onto the ground and snatch the hood off her head. "But you won't be here for long. Just a few days is all." I use my pocketknife to cut the zip ties on her wrist. "And since you want to be Mike Tyson, you get to sleep on the floor tonight." I gave her a small blanket and a pillow before locking her down there and heading upstairs.

When I walk into my room Alicia is in bed waiting for me. She's dressed in her silk robe with her hair tucked into her bonnet. She sits up as she smiles sweetly at me. "Long day?" Her voice speaks softly. 

I want a woman that will be my biggest support when it comes to this lifestyle. I need a woman that I can be vulnerable with when I've had the shittiest week. A person that will take care of me the way I do for her. Is that too much to ask for?

"Yeah." I grab my glass of Cîroc off the dresser. For a moment I stand in the doorway, staring at the fireplace. Alicia is an amazing woman, but she's just not the one for me. "Come to bed." She gets on her knees and starts undoing her robe. 

My eyes land on her body. Her light brown skin is always so soft, and her nipples are always so perky.  My eyes trail down her stomach, towards her pussy. She's always freshly waxed when she comes around me. And I'm honestly not that much of a fan.  I sip on my drink as I walk towards the bed. "Not tonight baby. I just need to sleep."

Her expression turns into a frown. "Why not? I can make you feel better." I sit down on the bed, and she drapes her arms over my shoulder. We've been together for a little over a year now, the only reason it lasted this long is because she's a good distraction.

"Sleep will make me feel better." I take off my ring followed by my watch and drop them on the nightstand. I guess she doesn't like that answer because she keeps prying. "Baby?" She whines as she rubs her hands down my chest. The second her hand gets close to my belt I stand up. 

"Not tonight, Alicia." I tell her once more before I leave the room. I'm just not in the mood for sex with all the things I have going on right now. I spend the night on the couch, yet I'm up at the ass crack of dawn fully refreshed and ready for my day.

I did find that Alicia was gone when I got up. Which I could care less about. I hit the gym and showered before making myself a smoothie and heading downstairs to see my hostage. "Hey you." Francis comes in with me. "Today is your lucky day." I announce.

I gave much thought to this plan last night. And I honestly think it's a good one. "You're going home." Franci's zip ties her wrist then her ankles before throwing her over his shoulders. "What are you planning?" She lifts her head to look at me. "You'll see." I smile and wave to her, but she isn't amused.

I follow him to the front door to put the scarf on her head before they left. Of course, I'm actually letting Ray 'Becca go. Just not yet though. I had Francis drive her around in his trunk for a few hours to give me time to do my part. And to throw her off when trying to figure out where I live.

I grab my keys and my drink before heading out. 

Death isn't just what happens in this business. I mean that is a huge part of it but there are way more darker things that happen. Vincent had been my parents' tormentor since I was born. My dad was too scared to kill him, so I'm going to. For the safety of myself, and my brother. What's a mafia with no leader?

I get halfway across Madrid before I stop to meet a friend. Lucile hooks me up with a load of C4 in no time. He has me on my way out by twelve. I make it to Vincent's mansion soon after and park down the street. I'm close enough to see, yet far enough to blend in with other cars.

"Here goes nothing." I put on black gloves, a hat, then followed by my hoodie. I stay in the car though until the UPS truck slowly rolls down the street. The driver pulls up enough to completely block my car from being seen so that I can slip in the back. I don't always think things through, but when it comes to protecting my people, I always bring my "A" game.

I slide in behind one of the palate of boxes and patiently wait. I found out that he receives a shipment of AR magazines bi-weekly. After that it wasn't hard to talk the driver into sneaking me in.

The van suddenly comes to a stop before the back door raises. They did a quick check before letting us through the gate. The second I get the chance to, I slip out from behind the pallets and quietly walk towards the back door. There's only one guard standing beside the van.

"Sorry man." I mumble as I lock my forearm under his neck. I squeeze his throat as I jerk my arm until I feel his neck snap. Then I whistle causally as I drag him into the bed of the truck. "Shit." I huff once I drop him. "You should shred a few pounds." I suggest, even though he's dead anyway.

I take this time to grab my laptop from my bookbag to hack the security feed before jumping out the back of the truck. I go towards the back of the house to come in through the back door. I also know that he's out right now. I only have forty-five minutes to plant seven bombs before he gets here.

As of now, there's only three other guards on duty. So, I avoid the places that I last saw them on the actual security footage.

I target his office first, where I set up the bomb inside one of his file cabinets. I take out a whole draw and tuck it deep inside the cabinet so that it isn't noticeable. Next was the guest bathrooms. I set them both up in the back of the toilets. Then one behind the kitchen stove, followed by the basement, and then finally in both of the living rooms.

I wanted to do different locations, but the guards ruined that idea for me. So, I simply did what I could then waited in the closet of Vincent's office. It felt like forever until I heard loud chattering in the rooms nearby. As I wait, oh so patiently, I load my gun and attach the silencer.

I've dreamed of this moment for fucking decades. This man has caused my family nothing but hell, and he deserves nothing but the worst.

The second I hear the door open; I peak through the crack. Vincent walks in, alone, and closes the door behind himself. He walks over to the bar in the corner of the room to fix himself a drink. That's when I make my move. "What took you so fucking long." Startled, he turns around. The fear in his eyes lets me know that I've completely caught him by surprise.

"A little birdie told me what your plan was. Too bad I beat you to it." I shrug as I cock my gun and aim for his heart. "I knew you would catch up to me." He mumbles softly.

"Well of course. Someone has to make you pay for what you did to my parents." I pull the trigger without another word. I only took a moment to watch him drop. And then I quickly got out through the window. 

Once I got to the car I got in and took everything off. Francis had pulled up with perfect timing. He let Ray 'Becca and Cody out then he sped off. The second he was far enough I ignited the C4 from the prepaid phone then tossed it out the window. 

Doing this didn't faze me one bit. Even the look on his daughter's face as I drove past didn't make me feel guilty. Her father really did deserve it.