Page 99 of Veiled Amor

“Fighting dirty.” – Capone

Capone was juiced on adrenaline and pissed off Hispanic temper.

Having waited all day, he was ready to crack skulls.

Tired of this shit happening.

He’d at first thought Nicholas had called off his dogs.

But the man was a wolf who hated to fucking lose.

Lucia was his biggest asset, and he wasn’t letting his daughter go.

Thank fuck he’d kept Lucia happy these past weeks, because she hadn’t noticed the same black Escalade hanging around their building. Capone had seen it, though, and he’d put a prospect to keep an eye on the vehicle. Coop reported the guy followed Capone a few times but hadn’t attempted to make a move on Lucia.

There was no way he was waiting until that day happened.

The guy had to take a piss sometime. The moment he stepped out of the Escalade, Capone, with backup from Preacher, Grinder, and Texas, grabbed him by the back of his neck and pushed his face into the brick wall.

“Surprise,comemierda.I hear you’ve been watching me. Well, here I am.” The guy jolted like Capone had stuck him with a five-inch blade. When he spun the guy around and got in his face, he growled.

It was the same fucker from the motel.

“Look who the fuck it is,” he smirked. He’d needed to wait until his girl went to the gym with her new gal-pal. No wonder he was a hyped-up robot all day. He wanted this done. And to see it was the same guy only made Capone all the angrier.

“Listen, man.” The guy started, nervous, his wrist in a cast.

“No fucking talking yet.” He warned and did a quick pat-down. The guy was carrying a 9mm, a wallet, cell phone, and car keys. He passed them off to Preacher, who tossed the keys to Grinder, who headed toward the street where his thief-extraordinaire wife was waiting. “What the fuck? You can’t take my car, man.”

“Can’t I? You’ve been watching my building for days, you’re lucky your blood isn’t pouring out of every-fucking orifice, so shut your goddamn mouth.”

As Luxe drove off in the Escalade, Grinder strolled back, holding a driver’s license.

“Says he’s from Maine.” Grinder said, leaning a shoulder on the wall, tucking the license away before the guy could reach for it. “I want that back.”

“Maine isn’t next door to Miami.”

“I haven’t gotten around to changing it. You wanna take your goddamn hands off me now?”

“I recall warning you to stay away. You don’t listen so good.” He still had a forearm in the guy’s throat, not caring if he choked him out. Capone enjoyed bending the rules. He had no decency for human life when this motherfucker was trying to take his Lucia into a toxic environment. The yes-man didn’t have a dog in the Nicholas Cole fight, other than the money he was being paid to grab Lucia, which made him even more despicable because Capone would fight to the death and do it for free. “What the fuck did I say I’d do if I saw your face again?”

“It’s a goddamn job, man, you gotta understand. I can’t go back to Miami empty-handed.”

Fury took root inside Capone.

“Why haven’t you grabbed her already?” Asked Preacher. “You’ve been parked outside my boy’s place for days.”

“The boss told me to watch first. He wanted to know what she was doing, told me to follow him.”

“He wanted to know what I was doing?” He put pressure on his throat, watching his color changing to a deeper purple. Ask Capone if he cared if this hobo bastard died in front of him. “Why?”

“He said…” when the other guy started to choke, Capone lessened his hold, “wanted to know if I could get any shit on you.”

Capone shared a look with his brothers. “Then what?”

“I had to call the cops, then get his daughter.”

Some cunt would likely bundle her into the trunk of a car, terrifying her.