Book three of the only series
They gave her one mission. They told her to find the Chicago mob Capo and get revenge. So they sent her away. She had a plan. A mindset. Goals she needed to reach.
Until she met his son.
He was supposed to be the en...
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How many excuses could one make up to the mob before they got a bullet between their eyes? Or how many wrongs can you do before they take a knife to your throat? It was all the questions that the civilians thought as they passed by a crime scene. One that had the name Bertelli all over it.
Their whispers filled the street as they walked past me. Some staring too hard and others glancing away, all of them asking themselves where the blood on my face came from. All of them wondering why I was standing out here.
I didn't even know myself.
All I knew was when made men cared. This is what happened.
And no one should care that much.
Yet, there were brains splattered all over the concrete right now.
There were sirens that kept blaring to keep traffic away. Red and blue lights dancing in the sky from a tragic event just outside downtown. That's what the news was going to say anyway.
Alessio was lucky the cops that first arrived at the scene were under his payroll. So all they had done was call it into the police station that nothing was wrong so no one else came.
And while he was over there cleaning up blood- well who am I kidding. Alessio wasn't cleaning up blood, his men were. Not him. God forbid he got a little piece of human flesh on that ten thousand dollar suit. No, he just stood there talking to dirty cops. Only one strand of hair out of place. The fucker kept glancing over at me, making sure I was staying put, his grey eyes burning a hole through my dress everytime he stared a little too long.
I would've walked home.
But-
The Irish were pissed at me right now. Declan called my phone about a million times. And if I walked home, they would've found me. And I didn't want to deal with him right now.
The only safe place was right here. In the vicinity of Alessio.
And the least the pretty boy over there could've done for me was turn my car on. Instead I was freezing all the bones in my body. The joint in between my fingers only helped for about twenty minutes, until it didn't. I kept smoking it though, burning it all the way to my fingertips.
They already got rid of Sean's body. All the guests from the hotel were being directed in the other direction, not a single one of them knowing what was going on over here. All of Alessio's family and even Julian and Elisia left already. It wasn't safe if an Irish showed up.
They were all on high alert now, keeping the women close and their guns closer. Little did they know that they wouldn't be seeing the Irish for a while, Declan would stay quiet. For now at least.
He was angry, but for now his anger was directed towards me. My phone buzzed again and I was seconds away from throwing it across the street or placing it under my tire to run over. I gripped the joint tighter between my two fingers, trying to control my own sanity. I looked down at my heels, putting my mask on the top of the hood of my car, the red and blue flashing lights were starting to give me a headache.
