The Mafia's Pet: Pawn Of The Ruthless ( A Dark Romance)

Chapter 23

AEMELIO

I watched her run like I had broken her trust, and it stunned me slightly. Why didn't she want to take care of Erico? Her excuses had not made sense, and knowing my brother, he wouldn't be able to hurt a fly. He was just slightly dramatic, that was all. So, what could be the problem?

Phew!

I pulled the robe tightly around my skin as I made my way to my mini-bar. Jeez! I didn't understand the woman! Most of them would be so grateful if they were given such a simple role, but she has to make a mountain out of everything. It was just insane.

With a sigh, I pulled the silver tumbler over and a bottle of Tequila. I took a quick gulp of the drink and proceeded to drink it up. "I'm just going to bed," I moaned.

***
"Where are the men?" I asked as I loaded more bullets into my shotgun.

"They have surrounded the place, and I'm told that there would be no issues with getting into the company. We just have to be on our best behaviour," Bruno mumbled.

I smirked as I turned to him. If he said it like that, I knew it was going to be so much fun to handle the operation. I couldn't wait to get my hands on the damn goods. It was just going to be perfect today. I'm going to fucking make sure of that.

The short walk from the packing lot to the small company that stood in the middle of deserted trees allowed me to get the needed weapons intact. There was no-one on the porch, but still, I rang the bell with my gloves, masking my fingerprints.

It was enough for the door to slide open. I turned to Bruno, who had taken a posture of defence and had his eyes everywhere like a hawk. "I'm going to get in there and take the bags, but all you have to do is make sure you kill anyone that tries to hurt us. Do you understand?" I snapped.

"Yes, boss," he said at once.

I took a deep breath and walked into the cold room. There were about three rooms on the left side of me, but according to the map, the drugs were stored on the left. I walked as fast as I could to that side of the house, and I noted that one of the doors was slightly open.

It should be here.

"Don't think of it," someone said behind me.
Holding the gun stiffly, I turned around slowly, only to note that a young man was standing in front of me. A ginger cap covered his head, and he was pointing a semi-automatic gun at me. No-one had ever dared to do this before.

"Bring down your gun, and I will forget that you tried to sneak into my home this way," he snapped.

I smirked. "Are you threatening me?"

The man took a couple of stairs forward, his pants hiking up with every move he made. He said nothing to me, but I didn't move back. I was ready to kill him if it was necessary, but I thought against it. It would be a pity to waste a life because of some dregs.

He stretched out his hand in front of me as he said, "Gun-"

"You want me to give you my gun?" I asked easily.

He grunted, his nose turning red. "I'm not going to tell you again. Hand the damn gun over, or I will blow your brains out!" He screamed.
I raised both of my hands slightly before slowly handing the gun over. The moment he tried to hold it, I released the hold on the trigger, shooting him in the middle of the palm.

Blood splattered almost everywhere, and it made me laugh coldly as I used the butt of my gun to slam his gun out of his fist.

The man's cry of pain rang out, and despite it all, he tried to get to the gun, but I hit once more at the side of his head. He fell cold on the floor.