Mafioso

Chapter 18

Ace

When I got the picture of a gun being held to Micah's head, something in me snapped. I dropped what I was doing and immediately rushed out the door—probably worrying some of my men.

This was my fault. I should have ensured he always had a trail on him. And I did for a while, but then things got a bit out of hand, and we bit off more than we could chew. He wasn't meant to find out what I did after dark. I'm sure that bastard told Micah everything by now, because he was a pig who couldn't see past his own nose.

I only pissed myself off even more when I called Milo, and for his daughter to make such a threat to me, to threaten to touch him after I told them I would put a bullet through their eyes. I ground my teeth together as I ran another red light, speeding to the warehouse with the money I had received from Milo's little brother Dominic. He could have his fucking money back, I didn't care about the money.

I cared about Micah.

Shit— He'd probably never talk to me again after this. Which would mean he would be more vulnerable, and others would know my vulnerability. I slammed my hands on the steering wheel with frustration, letting out a growl.

When I pulled into the parking lot of the warehouse, I desperately wanted to ram my car into the building and hoped to whoever was up there that I wouldn't hit Micah. I was seething, enraged— every word that would describe anger was me in the moment.

I opened my glove box, grabbing the two pieces and extra ammo out of it and stuffed them both into the waist of my pants. Honestly, I hoped I wouldn't need to use them, especially in front of Micah. If push came to shove though.

I would kill anyone who harmed the little mouse.

I quickly got out of my car, grabbing the suitcase of money from the trunk and I moved quickly into the warehouse. Almost as if it were a movie, Micah was sitting in the middle of the warehouse with an overhead light beaming down on him. His head was slumped over, I didn't know if he was passed out, asleep or what was wrong with him. He was sat in an uncomfortable position and he was tied up so he couldn't move his arms or legs.

"There he is." Milo said in a grandiose manner, holding his hands up as if he were wanting me to hug him. "The man of the hour."

I clenched my jaw and spoke between my teeth. "Let him go." I said. Micah turned his head to look at me, but then he winced in pain, turning his head back to look at Milo.

"Do you have the guns we asked for in the message?" Milo asked, pulling a revolver out of his pocket. He flicked the chamber out and put a bullet into one of the holes. "Or do you wanna play a little game of roulette with the boy?" He grinned, closing the chamber, and he spun it around, letting it click a few times.

I threw the suitcase of money at him. "Deals off." I said, reaching behind my back and pulling the gun out of my pants.

"Oh no, no, no Ace. I said I wanted the guns. I already have money." He replied, pulling the trigger back and aiming it at Micah. He pulled the trigger, and it clicked, signaling that the chamber was empty. Micah flinched, but he remained calm otherwise. If it were any other omega, they would have pissed their pants. He then aimed the gun at me.

"Why don't you be a good boy, Ace, and put that gun down." His daughter said behind me, I snapped my head back toward her. She gave me a sly grin, and she looked at her father behind me.

Another click.

"Oh, Ace, why would you wanna do that?" Milo asked. "I'm just being nice." He replied.