In the Name of Revenge

Chapter Twenty-One

TWENTY-ONE

“Pavel, where are you?”

“Almost to the wharf.”

“Okay, we’re at the carousel. Meet us in front of it. If you think Mancini is going to move them here when it gets dark, we don’t have long.”

“I’m minutes away.”

Pavel drove to the parking lot closest to the main road. If he knew Mancini, they would park close to the shipment drop off, which was near the wharf itself where all the boats were docked. With his hip, Carlo would not be able to walk far and he would need his bodyguards escorting him. When it was time to leave and drive back, as if for the first time that day, he didn’t want to take the chance of Mancini seeing his car leave. He parked his car behind a restaurant where shipments were received.

He took the walkway that completely engulfed the wharf in a circle. He knew it would take him to the plaza that contained all the shops and the carousel.

He met up with Nick outside of the carousel. It was still light out, which meant time was on their side.

“Okay, where are your men?”

“Some are in the restaurant where you think Mancini’s going to be, some are positioned inside here,” he nodded his head toward the direction of the building containing the carousel. “I also have some down at the wharf near the boats.”

“Good. I need to stash my weapons. I can’t meet them armed.”

“No, they’ll expect you to have a weapon. Hide one in your pant leg to make it look good. Put your other one where you think you’ll need it. Take this, too,” Nick said, handing him a Glock 27. The Glock 27 was known as the ‘baby Glock’ because of its small size. However, chambered for .40 caliber bullets, it commanded quite the wallop.

“Thanks, I’ll need to put one down by the wharf and the other one here somewhere. With its size, I should be able to easily hide it.”

“Get to it. Meet me back here in five minutes and we’ll go over the plan.”

Pavel left and strategically hid his weapons in what he hoped would be useful spots. When he arrived back at the building, the sun was just starting to set. He looked around. A man dressed in a black suit nodded his head. Pavel instinctively knew he was one of Nick’s men.

“You don’t stand out at all.”

“Wise ass. He’s around there, waiting for you,” he pointed in the direction of the back of the building.

Pavel walked around to where Nick was.

“Are you kidding? The guy’s in a black suit.”

“Don’t worry about it. He’s always dressed that way. He was only there until you got back. He’ll be hidden, trust me. No one will realize that my men are anyone other than tourists.”

“Fine, let’s go over the plan.”

They went over every detail, including exactly where Pavel felt that Mancini was going to hide Felice and the baby. He told Nick he didn’t want any interference. He wanted them to let Mancini set his stage as he wanted.

“We’re here to watch until the action goes down, then we’ll act. You do your part, Pavel and we’ll do ours.”

“Remember, Nick, this is my take-down.”

“No, Pavel, it’s ours.”

Pavel didn’t respond. He didn’t need to. It was going to be all his. That son-of-a-bitch who played such an integral part in his life for so many years, the person who made him what he is today, was going to finally pay—tonight. And it wouldn’t be at the expense of those he loved. Nick didn’t know it yet, but it would be him taking Carlo down.