Red

CHAPTER 54.

54. Lorenzo

Two small upbringing gangs in Yonker's City New York for the past year and a half was owned by Artem Pesci.

I kept my gaze on the very structure of one of them, the darkness of the vehicle became an absolute source to my gaze as it shadowed both me and a very quite Fire who was smoking a thick Cuban cigar within the space.

The location of these gangs were based on the information that I gathered from Artem little bitches eight months ago, the ones who brute force their way within my safe house, the ones that were still holding a cell underneath my torture basement.

Who were all slowly bleeding out from their necks in a excruciating pain, crying out for death to take them out of their misery.

Nevertheless what they didn't know was that death is my foot prints, I am the bastard who will bring a permanent ending to their supposedly vital cells.

Their soft brain tissues lacked what is called, my bullets. I needed just to make sure that their words were right as I and my inner circle, watched both clubs that held and control Artem's main operations.

While I in take their move to our advantage.

I shouldn't even be surprised at the state of both of his Clubs, the one I was looking at was the very persona of Artem.

A condescending fucker.

And as it regards to architecture similarities, the bastard used the same pattern from my club back in Italy to build his own, here.

I admired his jealously, it tells me that I held the power with an ace while he suffers as a damn joker.

It was the beginning of the weekend in a very humid July, so the long line that went up to the front door was expected for the night.

Little miss Red made my job a lot less hectic, when she blow out the back of Xavi's head. That was what I went to Spain for but my strategy was to make my self known to the peering eyes that I was the one who killed Artem's little brother.

I knew it would declare war between us but I didn't give a shit-fuck.

Since I've left Spain two weeks ago with my inner circle, the rest of my men that were keeping watch, informed me that Artem has been spotted at this very club.

Drinking and causing major scenes with his men, his grief lightweight and the cause of this was because Xavi's death has been the headline news since the night of his gala.

A night he was suppose to celebrate his milestone.

And the patience that I had for brining back my revenge to Artem was accomplish by my woman...

I tasted the words. She was indeed mine.

A life for a life.

What had shocked the media as well as the underground world was the fact that no one knew who committed the crime, which was an exception for my inner circle.

I knew Rafael was the one who erase all the evidences, he was great with that.

Rafael was there with her on that night because when I was rushing after her small frame which was squeezing pass a chaotic crowd.

My footsteps led me out into the dark night, eyes searching the outside of the museum as flashes of police cars, reflected across my face.

My head moved in inspection as I searched for her while descending the steps of the museum, my hands clenching into a fist as I saw her masked herself with the black shadows of the vehicles parked on the side of the road.

I followed her as her curvy frame walked down an dark alley towards a waiting vehicle, her body on high alert as she glances over her shoulders to see if someone was following her but I lighten my footsteps, not giving her the idea that I was watching.

And as I shuffled my back on the wall of the very unpleasant alley that brushes across my nostrils with piss, I narrow my eyes through the darkness seeing as Rafael pushed open the driver's side and stepped out.

Red chuckled as Rafael gave her a bag with a laptop displaying codes in his hand.

"You know I was doubting your hacking skills..."

Rafael scoffed as he rounded the car, his words falling on deaf ears as they both boarded the vehicle and drove off.

My eyes sinks the license plate number into my mind.

I've wanted to follow my instinct that night and slip out my gun, position that shit to the two back wheels of the car and puncture that shit so that she wouldn't leave but then Fire, who was basically tailing me like a damn bitch, came and demanded my ass back to New York because of Artem's appearance which wasn't seen for a year and a few months.

I couldn't let the opportunity slipped passed me.

I knew I'd meet Red soon so I left.

The side of my lips, lift into a smirk as I came out of my thoughts.

I know that the death of his brother was just as hard when compared to Red and I, past relationship with River.

"Keep your watch on that other club men just incase Nava shows up. Be vigilant, I know how Fire likes to sleep on a fucking mission so this warning goes out to all three of you in advance, if you feel as if you want to sleep, pin your eyelids up with a pin to keep them open."

Fire scoffed and kiss his teeth.

I ignored him then snap open my magazine to check my ammo. "This shit has taken way too long and we need Artem suffering on our terms. His very presence should start deteriorating the very moment his eyes lands on us as we commence move sì?"

Axel and Cirano replied in an agreement into our earbuds which was fitted deep within our ears, it was small and is also unnoticed to the eyes.

They were both at the other Club, watching out for Nava or for anything that Artem men failed to missed in telling me.

Fire and I eventually left the car and without joining the line, we went straight way towards the front door where the bouncer was at.

The civilians who were in the line started mumbling as we stood before them.

The bouncer notice who we were and gulped deeply and without questioned pushed opened the door.

"Bruh, that guy was stink with fucking fear and I wouldn't be surprise if his boxers was filled with shit."

Fire snorted behind me bluntly and I shook my head at him, my eyes taking in the wide club.

It was filled with flickering blue and red lights as it kisses across the dancing bodies, the area was packed as shit.

Three stages were above ground level as strippers work their way around the pole. Thumping loud music echoed across the walls of the club and there and then Fire and I moved through bodies, making it our life mission to find our posing enemy.