In Love With the Mob

Chapter Twenty Seven Bash

"Dammit!" I scream as throwing the first thing I can grab across the room. The whiskey glass shatters into pieces against the far wall. My anger is getting the better of me. I know this is exactly what Daniel wants, and I'm feeding into it. The library is completely gone. The last thing his mother left for him after her death. I made it my mission to protect him and it; and I failed him. He has locked himself in our room. He won't come out, refuses to eat; the sounds of his cries bounce off every wall of the house.

"I know this is hard Bash, but we've got to keep it together. All of us love Evan, he is our brother and we want revenge as much as you do. But we can't get that if we don't keep our heads straight."

I sigh deeply, throwing myself back into my chair. I try to reign in my anger, letting it simmer in the depths of my mind long enough to find a plan. Before I can even get my thoughts together my dad comes into the room.

"Son, I know seeing Evan in pain hurts you too. But I need you to think rationally. Now I made an executive decision, and I've called the Dream Team." My head jerks up quickly, finally meeting my dad's eyes. "I know how you feel about them-"

"Of course I've got a problem with them dad, they are all crazy and completely unpredictable."

"Now, now Bash. Is that anyway to speak of your dear old Uncle, Bash?" Gerald Alexander. Gerald Alexander: Jerry for short, is a 6'5, twenty-eight-year-old Italian for Staten Island. His jet-black hair is always perfect, and he has these hazel eyes that makes people stop and ask if he is wearing contacts. He nearly collapsed the entire State of New York just because he lost his favorite cufflink. I can only imagine the disaster he will bring to Washington. "What do you mean Uncle? You're literally three months older than me." I say with full exasperation.

"But I am older. So, respect your uncle. Besides, you are going to be singing my praises in about three minutes."

I roll my eyes and cover my face with both hands before running my fingers through my hair. I look up and shake my head. " I seriously doubt it. But humor me-."

"Shh." He interrupts, holding up one finger while looking at his watch. I feel my right eye twitch. Standing up to remove my black Armani suit jacket, preparing myself to fight him. Father Criss makes his way around my desk to slowly pat me on my shoulder.

Two minutes later the Steven's plus Gerald's three henchmen come into the room. Luke, Grim and Andy Mack, brother's and almost rival the intelligence of all three Steven's. Not triplets but they are stair steps. All one year apart.

Andy being the youngest at the age of 23, curly brown hair and has the sweetest most innocent face. The problem is, he is lethal. He could take down a man twice his size before the poor guy even knows what hits him.

Grim I would say is probably my favorite, but I would never admit to that. This man's middle name is stealth. He can get in and out of anywhere without being detected. A literal tech genius that puts older people in the profession to shame.

And then there is Luke. He is to Alexander what Stoff is to me. He is smart, very tactical. He is one of those people who are just natural gifted in anything he touches. The three of them together are very dangerous and I would not ever want to be on the other end of their wrath.

"It's done." Stephan and Grim say at the same time.

"We manage to get into the warehouse and get it wired up."

"We also have microphones on every corner in the place. So even if a mouse farts, we will be able to pick it up."

"And we have the whole warehouse mapped out with main entry and exit points with the best places for us to enter." They trade off their tangent sounding more like twins than with their own brothers. It was kind of creepy.