Crimson Nightmares

Chapter Thirty-three

"So," Chuuya turned to Eliz, "go talk to Aram; Isidor should be in his office too."

I walked into Aram's office; Isidor was already there, sitting on the edge of his seat. "Hello boss, hey Isidor."

"Ah, Ellie," Aram said, looking up from his desk. "I was just about to call you in. Please, have a seat." I sat down across from them, resting my elbows on my knees.

"So," Aram began, "we need to talk about Amelia. She wants to get rid of the Mafia, but her hands are tied. She can erase her criminal record. But Ellie, on the other hand, has the freedom to give up the information to the FBI. She is just scared and has the threat of a target on her back from the Mafia."

I looked at Isidor, waiting for him to say something. He was always good at this kind of stuff. He cleared his throat and leaned forward in his chair. "Well, I think it is clear that we need to go for Ellie. She is in the best place to give up information."

"What are we going to do with Amelia?" I sat back and crossed my legs.

"We can't just abandon her. We need to find a way to protect her. We have to make sure the FBI knows about her."

"Should we capsize her? We could send an assassin." Isidor asked.

I shook my head. "That's too risky. We don't want to draw attention to ourselves. And even if we do manage to take out the FBI informant, someone else will just step up to take their place. No, we need to find another way."

"What about relocating her?" Isidor suggested. "We could put her under witness protection or send her out of the country. Somewhere far from the reach of the Mafia or the FBI."

Aram thought for a moment. "That could work. We'll have to make sure she's safe, though. I don't want her to end up in worse trouble because of us."

"I'll take care of it; I'll lurch her out. Do you have anyone in need of a wife? That would do something for them."

"I have a list, but here is the main one: good looks, good money, and a job. I'm hoping to go out of state; we have something on him, so he'll fallow your every order."

"I'll make her fall in love with him; she'll go out of country with him, then boom."

"I put one of the section commanders on it."

Aram nodded. "Good. And in the meantime, we need to make sure to keep a close eye on Ellie. Keep her under your finger. She can't tell the FBI."

I nodded. "I'll take care of it." I stood up, ready to go. "Is there anything else you need me to do before I get started on that?"

"No, that should do it for now. Just remember, Amelia cannot get hurt. That will make her own well-being mean less to her, and she will tell. Trust me, I've met her. As soon as she fails, she questions her worth and puts the mission first."

I nodded, my expression serious. "I understand. I'll take care of it." I turned to Isidor and gave him a small smile. "Thanks for the help, Isidor."

"Don't mention it." He smiled back. "Just let me know if you need anything else."

I left the office, my mind already racing with plans for how to keep Amelia safe and make sure Ellie stayed on track. The thought of losing either of them was unbearable. I knew I had to play my cards right if we were going to pull this off.

I walked towards the repair shop, where Chuuya was standing over my bike. "Chuu-Chuu, how's it going?"

"I hate you," he glared at me. "But I think I found the problem."

"I don't think you knew how to do this stuff too."

He laughed. "Ya, I love motorcycles."

I smiled at him and said, "Thanks, man. What's your model?"