It’s almost too easy. Does Franco think hiring a few guards with big guns at his gates will protect him from the outside world?
“All clear on the left perimeter,” one of Franco’s men mutters into a radio, passing right by without seeing me, just a few feet away from him.
That pisses me off to no end. My queen is behind these gates being protected by a bunch of fucking idiots. The urge to steal her away, even if she’s fighting me, always comes on strong when I see shit like this.
Dressed in all black from the neck down, I sneak out of the shadows by the fence that’s surrounded by shrubbery and silently walk behind him until I’m practically breathing down his neck.
“El tonto.” Calling the guard a fool is probably the nicest thing I’ve ever said in Spanish.
Before he can turn around, I wrap my forearm around his neck and squeeze. Choking the life out of him makes me feel better, one less idiot in the world and it’s a big fuck you to Franco when they find his body tomorrow morning. He breathes his last breath, his body going slack in my grip and I quietly drag him over to the bushes. Kicking his feet into the greenery, I straighten and crack my neck side to side while brushing dirt off my expensive Adolfo Dominguez suit. Just because I came from the hood doesn’t mean I can’t dress in style. I’m setting an example for my gang and enemies.
Don’t fucking mess with me, I’ll put a bullet in your head while wearing a suit that cost a couple grand. It’s good for my men to see a strong leader that will set the path for the next generation.
I button my black jacket, smooth out the wrinkles and walk across the yard towards the front door calmly like I own Franco’s house. One day I just might. I’ll take everything away from him. My eyes narrow on the door handle as it turns easily under my hands. I’m going to have to bash Logan’s head in too. If anything happens to Tillie under his roof because of their stupidity, I’ll burn his house down with him inside. Striding to the staircase on silent feet, I grab the banister and take the stairs two at a time.
My lips twitch when I hear laughter coming from Tillie’s bedroom. I could find her room with my eyes closed, it’s that easy for me. Scoping out Franco’s house for years, standing over his bed as he slept peacefully, wondering if that was going to be the moment I killed him...It became an obsession of mine to fuck with Franco without him knowing I could effortlessly get to him anytime I want to. I don’t want him to have an easy way out, I want his world to crash and burn around him as he begs for mercy at my feet.
“This one video has thousands of views already. Mrs.Sullivan was fired and dragged out of school in handcuffs by two officers.” Tey snickers in delight, I want to punch his face in when I see him and Tillie’s heads together on her bed as they stare at his phone.
The fucker sent me a text today with only two words and the video he’s probably watching now.Tillie’s work.I was in the middle of selling a new product of Mary Jane that gets you high within minutes to some new investors but the moment I clicked play on the video, I was canceling my meeting with no explanation. The investors flew all the way from New York. The Marijuana I distribute is grown all over Mexico and on some farms in California. It's the best shit you can get on the market. I didn’t care about any of that though when I opened my phone. I drove two hours, going faster than the speed limit and cursing myself for being on the farm so far away from the city. Which leads me back to now, sneaking into Russo’s home to make sure my queen is okay.
I need a fucking smoke.
“Jesus H. Christ! How the hell did you get in?” Logan shouts, cursing up a blue streak of Italian and standing up from a chaise lounge by the window the moment he sees me leaning in the open doorway.
It’s too bad we don’t see eye to eye and he’s been brainwashed by his father, otherwise, I might actually like him. Aggressive, angry Italian, dressed in expensive Italian clothes, and he’s not a bad shot with his Glock.
“Maybe you should lock your front door and no one would sneak into your house without your knowledge,” I reply back smoothly, pulling out a small metal case from my back pocket.
“He killed one of your father’s henchmen. Almost missed him on the feed,” Nicky speaks up, his almond-shaped eyes glancing up from the computer on his lap and locking with mine.
Dare I say he looks impressed?
I like this one even if his sperm donor is Jin.
“Remind me to upgrade my security system,” Dalton grumbles, laying back at the end of Tillie’s bed with his arm over his head.
“You have a death wish don’t you?” Logan paces back and forth. If he doesn’t quit, he might leave a hole in the rug.
“Are you going to kill me, Russo, or is daddy dearest?” I ask in a harsh voice, flicking my lighter and inhaling deeply as I put the joint to my lips.
“If you pass that around, I’ll tie up Logan if he tries to kill you.” Tey sizes Logan up, smirking as his amigo glares at him before turning his gaze towards me.
They say you can see into the soul of someone by just looking in their eyes but when you look in this crazy fucker’s eyes, you don’t see a damn thing. His bright, blue gaze is eerie and I can’t even keep eye contact without getting a shiver down my back.
“Why not? It’s my new product, enjoy.” I take one more puff and walk over to the bed, my gaze locking with Tillie’s as she smiles up at me.
Tey takes the joint out of my hand, inhaling in bliss as I lean over him and gently grab Tillie's jaw. She opens her mouth under the pressure of my fingers and I exhale smoke from my mouth and into hers, my lips pressed lightly against her exquisite, parted lips.
She coughs a little as I pull away, blinking rapidly as she holds her breath and blows out the rest of the smoke from her mouth before relaxing back into Tey’s chest with a content sigh.
“That’s some good shit, my brother. I think I’ll keep you.” Tey grins dreamily, pulling Tillie closer into his chest.
“Fuck it, it’s been a long day. Give me some.” Logan snatches the joint out of Tey’s hand and continues pacing while exhaling towards the ceiling.
“How was your day, mama?” I ask casually, grabbing her desk chair and flipping it around to straddle it.
“Oh, you know. Same old, same old. Just violence and fucking, a normal day.” She waves her hand and looks towards the end of the bed at Dalton with a smirk.
