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Maybe Miami hadn’t been that great of an idea?
Chapter 27
Thierry
Two days later…
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Glass was flying all about me, as I let my gun spray the entire fucking bar. Enzo and I were ducking down behind a fucking table next to the window.
I’d chosen a nice Italian eatery for my sit-down with the other Dons. This was going to be a closed meeting and everyone had sworn to keep Talia out of the fold. But the crazy bitch had found out anyway. The other Dons hadn't been anywhere in sight when we'd arrived.
“We need to get the fuck out of here,” Enzo said from beside me.
He was still recovering from his shoulder wound. I figured he had no intentions of ever being shot again if he could help it.
It had been loud in the place with all the guns going off. Now it was quiet.
Either Talia's people were out of ammunition or they were reloading.
Or dead,I thought.
My face felt on fire and I knew there were tiny shards of glass sticking into my skin. Cringing, I dared to look. Quickly, I popped my head up and found there were a few bodies strewn across the floor. Thankfully, I had asked the owner of the store to have the place closed for this midnight meeting. It was mostly to ensure his safety and damn if I hadn’t been right about that.
If this had been in broad daylight, there was no telling how many people would have already been killed by now. I stood giving Enzo the all-clear.
These men were dead.
Talia had figured this out somehow. Had she told the bosses not to come and laid a trap for me? Enzo looked around tentatively and smoothed out the dust on his suit. He looked shell-shocked. A few of our men were dead too.
Fuck, I thought.
“Call the cleaners,” I told him.
He nodded and began texting a clean-up crew.
“Think this was Talia?”
I smirked. “It was definitely her behind this.”
“She won’t stop, you know,” Enzo shook his head.
We were both surveying the carnage. My face was still on fire and I was scared to touch it but happy that it was just minor cuts and bruises decorating my skin.
“I know…I just never thought,” I shook my head.
“That you’d have to kill her?”
Tucking the gun away on my person, I became quiet. We had always known that Talia was dangerous. It was in the way she moved; it was in the way she formulated every single little thought she’d ever had.
“Yes,” I said finally. “I’m going to have to put a bullet in between her eyes to stop her. But there’s something else going on here…who told her where we were meeting? The other families think Talia’s batshit crazy and they want to get back to making money.”
Enzo shrugged. “It has to be someone close. The cleaners just hit me they’ll be here soon.”