Bishop |18+|

Ch.41

Antonio

The days only seem to get colder and colder as they passed.

A lot of work and a lot of planning was put into our efforts to track down Padre now that he made the daring decision to threaten Alia. No way in fucking hell am I going to let that man touch her.

No way.

I didn't waste any time, especially knowing that Padre has his eyes on his next target. After Alia explained how she got the envelope I contacted Aaron, one of my best men, from the police department and asked him to come down to the apartment for some investigating.

Knowing Ray was helping too and Kiki still hated my ass, I invited her over to help. She was a bit weary of me still, and I don't fucking blame her—but she quickly took the job I gave her with ease.

Who knew she made a good detective?

Kiki worked with Aaron and after the two went scouting through some tapes, they found footage of a man—the supposed mail man the receptionist claimed to be.

Turns out it was a mafioso.

More were getting influenced by the likes of Padre and I was starting to get more on edge. More pissed off. Padre was rich as it is but now being a retired ex Don, he has no income to possibly pay these men.

Their families were either threatened or killed off in an attempt to get them to join him. As much as I appreciate my men and their work—I won't take these excuses.

Omertà was a promise made by every single one of them, it was their job to abide by it. I'll kill these fuckers along with Padre if I ever get my hands on em, maybe then they'll learn...

...with a bullet wedged deep into their skulls.

But right now, I had other matters to tend to. For the past few weeks, I've been staying in Alia's apartment just as a safety precaution. I'm sure she's sick of my ass now and as much as I want to respect her own bubble, I've got a job to do.

Pouring amber whiskey into two glasses, I listened to Ray hum to the sound of the radio, hearing a slight crackling as unclear music played on the other side. We had just recently implemented a two-way radio communication system with a few of our closest men—majority either higher up in La Cosa Nostra or relatives.

"Marcus." I uttered over the radio, screwing the cap of the whiskey bottle back on. "Turn off the damn music."

"Sorry boss." He replied before the music was stopped, nothing but the distant crackling of audio heard from the radio. Ray scoffed and looked up at me with a raised brow.

"Jesus, lighten up a bit will you?" Ray muttered and took his glass, taking a sip of the alcohol before his face distorted into one of disgust. "And does Alia have anything other than whiskey?"

"We've got whiskey and wine." I glanced back down at him. "Or water."

"Neither." Ray mumbled and swivelled around in the office chair. Alia's private office was big enough to use and since she lived within the city, the radio signal was much better compared to mine, which was much further away. I watched Ray stand up to his feet, walking over to the bookshelf situated against the wall before pulling out a book, flipping it to a random page.

"Tu, stupido idiota" I scowled. "At least fucking help me."

"What do you want me to do?" He groaned, throwing the book onto the table. With a frustrated sigh, I placed the book back onto the shelf and fixed up the map beneath it, completed with red pins.