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I smirked and reached for my phone, pulling up the live security camera footage of the building. When she unlocked her door on the fifth floor and closed it behind,I quickly drove off before she could see me through the window.

CHAPTER 29

Present

“I’LL GIVE YOU ONE LAST chance to tell me what I want to know.”

“Just kill him already.”

“Will you shut the fuck up so I can get this over with?”

Matteo raised his hands in defense from the worn-out couch. He was sprawled across it like he was at home, watching football highlights on the flatscreen. In reality, he was in a safe house basement, interrupting me torturing a rat.

I turned back to the man, digging my knife into his neck. His face was mutilated; inflamed and purple, dirty with blood – the guys had already gotten to him before I did. He’d apparently been caught stealing drugs from our pharmaceutical businesses and writing fake prescriptions. I knew his cockroach-sized brain wasn’t running a drug organization, I just needed to know who he was working for. His mouth opened when my blade pushed into his neck, finally ready to snitch on his people.

The basement’s metal door slammed open.

“You’re still not done?”

“For fuck sake, Trevor.” I rose from my hunches and turned around to face him. “Can’t you see I’m fucking busy?”

“We’re late. Just tie him up and deal with it tomorrow.”

“I can’t. He’ll bleed out by then,” I scolded before turning back around to the man who was now passed out, his blood pooling on the cement. “Great. He bled out.”

“Well, that was anticlimactic.”

“Thank fuck, we can finally leave.” Matteo pushed off the couch, heading for the stairs with Trevor.

Dropping the knife to the floor, I ran my hands down my face. It was like dealing with toddlers.

I turned to the two big guards standing by the door. “Clean this shit up. Dissolve the body in acid.”

“Yes, Boss.”

Grabbing my suit jacket off the back of a chair, I left the room and headed for the stairs. A single bulb lighted the cement underground structure. Before I knew it, I was pushing the fire exit door open and back above ground.

The guys waited for me across the parking lot, smoking in front of my car and Trevor’s. I glanced to the side as I walked towards them; we were in an industrial area in Brooklyn, the river on the other side of the fence wire along with the skyline of Manhattan. Being around nine p.m. in May, it hadn’t gone fully dark outside yet; it was still dusk.

“So, you coming or not?”

“Thanks, but there’s a million other things I’d rather do than have you drag me to a tea party,” Matteo drawled, throwing his cigarette on the ground and stomping on it with his expensive shoe.

“You interrupted my torturing session for a tea party?” I asked, turning to Trevor.

“No.”

“Yes,” Matteo corrected, walking away. “So, I’m takingyourcar.”

I paid a good million for an exclusive Brabus G-Class AMG 63. Plus all the modifications made.

“Scratch it and you’re a dead man walking.”

My brother only smirked before getting in the blacked-out, bulletproof SUV. The engine roared to life and gravel popped under the wheels as he took off.

I turned to Trevor, the lack of excitement conveyed on my face. He snorted, walking around his black Ferrari and getting in. “You’ll thank me.”

“For what?”