Pillow Talk

Chapter 17

"Woah, woah, woah!", Leon's hands shot out to grab Nixon by his shoulders, "Where do you think you're going?"

He was quick to notice Nixon's heavy breathing and bloodshot red eyes. He could feel Nixon's body shaking vigorously and Leon was wise enough to know that his old friend was enraged.

"Let me go! I'm going to kill that fucking bastard!", he roared out, drawing the attention of the other people present.

Leon was expecting Nixon to show up here after he'd heard about the shooting at the Ford-Lorden wedding. It was all over the news and had even garnered attention internationally in the space of a few hours.

"Ford, calm down.", Leon tried to be the voice of reason.

Nixon shook his head, "Let me go!", he tried to push Leon back.

"Nixon, you know I can't let you do that."

"Leon, move the fuck out of my way.", Nixon growled, "He doesn't deserve to live."

"You think I don't fucking know that. He is a fucking pesticide. But do you really think you can just walk into this maximum security prison and just kill an inmate, a mob boss no less, and no one will ask any questions?", Leon's voice was low just for Nixon to hear him.

Nixon pulled away as reality set in. He understood everything that Leon had just told him but it didn't make him any less angry.

He turned away and angrily slammed his fists on the wall. Leon held his hand up to signal to the prison wardens that he was handling the situation.

"It was him.", Nixon croaked out, his head now on the wall.

Leon sighed, "I know."

Nixon turned to face Leon, "It's all my fault. Nicolas hates me. They all hate me.", his blue eyes shone with unshed tears and for the first time since they'd reconnected, Leon was at a loss for words.

"I've got my best guys on it Nixon. We'll prove it. And this bastard will go away for life.", Leon tried to provide Nixon with some kind of comfort.

Even though they had broken ties with each other, they would always appreciate the fact that they'd witnessed each other at their worst periods in life. That was what it was about. Brotherhood.

"He called me.", Nixon started, running a hand through his hair. He could only imagine how crazy he must have looked, in a tuxedo covered in blood, "To gloat.", he finished.

Leon stood quietly. They weren't surprised in the least that he could do this. Roman Gallo was a notorious Italian mob boss. All he had to do was click his fingers and people would be at his beck and call.

"We're looking into this Nixon. Just let me handle it. The last thing you or your family need is for you to get into trouble.", Leon laid a hand on Nixon's shoulder.

Nixon nodded, more calm now. He had acted impulsively. Thinking he could walk into a prison and kill Gallo. It was all in anger. He just had to trust in Leon and his team.

"Go be with your family."

Nixon sighed in defeat. Right now they didn't want to have anything to do with him. Too tired to explain the events at the hospital to Leon, Nixon just agreed, "Yeah."

Making a move to leave, Nixon paused mid step, "Hey, how did you know I would come here?", he asked curiously.

Leon smirked, "Because I would have done the same thing."

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Nixon gritted his teeth as he reached his uncle's voicemail again. Flinging the phone onto the passenger seat, he gripped the steering wheel tighter.