Secrets Red Aloud: Mafias Undoing

chp11 Don't go toe to toe with me

Kyros

The meeting went ot shit when the dealer asked for more than we were willing to pay, and then pleaded to us to set a meeting with Spanish. To which I simply declined and told him to shut up.

So the damaged ego idiot raised a gun to my head, so we popped a few into the guy's small crew he brought and left him for last. To leave a message. His begs got him nowhere, done hearing his winning so  I told him he could live if he told us where he kept his supply. When he did, I moved to the side allowing him to make a run to the door before 10 -Kev- shot him in the leg.

As he hobbled his way out of the room my mates laughed as I placed a call to a team, to extract the goods. Grabbing his supply he left on the table. We called The Cleaners. Leaving a tip on the table for the extra sticky mess we had created.

My red suit was drenched. As I exit into the winding tunnels of the hallway. The charity actuation is in big swing, you could hear it from a mile away, cheering and clapping the whole facade of celebration.

My phone vibrates in my pocket. I picked it up.

"Hey Boss, look what I found. " his nasal voice spoke- Slime-

A familiar scream comes through the phone "Ah mister police chief, what a lovely pleasure as always. " I can hear the grimaces on his face.

"Ask him." I told Sef.

I pace around the hallways, as they become an expansive labyrinth. Tapping my feet impatiently, waiting for the answer. I stand still.

"Boss we have a slight problem..." I hear sirens in the background.

I hear some whimpering in a nearby hallway. I start to walk slowly toward it.

"What!" I whisper. Turning my head side to side.

"Well we took the supplies, and we found the body of Isabella Moretti."

Shit I curse. "What the hell is she doing there?"

"Boss I've got to go shits about to start."

He hangs up. What was she doing there? I'm going to have words with the police chief next time I see his disgruntled face.

"No! " A feminine voice squeaks.

I follow the echo down a corridor. In a more hurried approach.

I see the hobbled man trying to get up and personal with a woman. He should have ran when I gave him the choice. Now I will end him.

"Hey!" I scream, pushing the man of the girl. I punch his face in, a hot red false anger takes over me. He pleads to me to stop my unholy attack. I destroy his face, getting off on top of him. I see the girl. The girl in red from the library. My rose. Fall. Like a petal.