GABRIEL For the next week and a half, I played chess with human pawns while she got sucked into etiquette classes and dress shopping with the women. I knew from experience how time-consuming these debutant balls are and used her distraction to line things up for just the right moment. Just as before, I didn't want her here when shit went down, so I had to be very meticulous. I had men watching Becky, who seemed to be having a crisis with public meltdowns and temper tantrums which only made her look bad. Either Felix had canceled her credit cards or had her on rations because she was staying at a mid-range motel, which I was sure to make known to the right people. Since she didn't want to be seen in her lowly state, she stayed indoors most of the time, making calls that went mostly unanswered. I couldn't get a bead on Felix, who had kept to himself most of the first week and had only just started showing signs of life. Even when he was at home, all he did was stare at his wife's p
GABRIEL "Mr. Russo, nice to finally meet you." If Jimmy had a hat, he'd be turning it round and round between his fingers. He looked totally out of place, but the thief in him couldn't keep his eyes from roaming around the room with excitement. They finally landed on his long-lost daughter, who was lying on the floor, having a toddler tantrum. Now here's the thing about Jimmy. Had he had any redeeming qualities, I would never have sought him out; why? Because I'm a vengeful fuck who thinks people should pay for the shit they do, especially shit done to women and children. I make no apologies for this stance, and anyone who doesn't agree can pretty much get fucked. So, when I was doing my little background investigation on Becky and found this specimen, it was like striking oil. I want Victoria gone, but I don't want her going into something cushy, if you know what I mean. Had Jimmy been a well-off upstanding citizen, I would've kept him out of my plans, but seeing as he's a piece
GIANNA "Why do I have to put these on again?" "They're made of sheepskin; they'll protect your hands, especially your knuckles, from bruising. Just trust us." I was the one to ask for this, but now that we're here, I'm getting nervous. "Okay, let's go." It's best I do it now while I've got the nerve anyway. After hanging my mother's portrait temporarily in the room, I now occupied at the Russo mansion; I felt like my head would explode with anger after everything that has transpired these last few weeks. Listening to that Jimmy person had opened my eyes to more of the truth of what really happened when I was too young to understand. From what I gathered, Becky had targeted my mother somehow. Jimmy didn't know exactly, but I doubt even he knew that I was reading between the lines of all he said and drew my own conclusions. Somehow knowing that made my anger towards Becky burn brighter than before, and it was the last straw for me. Throughout this whole ordeal, I never gave m
GABRIEL "What kind of big brother are you?" "Well, hello to you t…wait a minute, big brother. What happened to the twins? Did something happen to them?" "It's not what happened to them but what they did." "What did they do this time?" He came further into the room and plopped down on the divan in my sitting room. "They took Gianna to confront Becky, no scratch that, they took her to fight her." "Come again." "Yep!" "Was Gia hurt?" "No, thankfully, she wasn't." "Good, I hope she broke her fucking neck." "Lance!" I looked away from my laptop long enough to glare at him. "Not the response I was expecting. She could've been hurt." "But she wasn't right." "That's not the point." "Let me ask you a question. Were the twins with her?" "Yes, of course." "Do you think they'd let anything happen to her?" "Of course not." "Then what's the problem? The way I see it, you and I would've done the same thing. She tormented the girl her whole life. You and I bo
VICTORIA "What is this? Turn it off; I don't want to see it." This had to be another one of Gabe Russo's sick twisted jokes. "I'm sorry, Miss, but I'm afraid that's not possible. If there is nothing else." The stewardess bitch walked away like a drone leaving me seated next to this ass who kept going on and on about how he was going to make it up to me for being gone as if I care. My body still shook with anger and humiliation at the way I'd been treated, but the kernel of fear I feel in my gut stems from the fact that my money was gone. After Gabe and Gia left, I held onto that one thing, knowing that no matter what, at least I had my little nest egg. It was more than a few thousand dollars and more than enough to get me started over somewhere until I got back in the game. I'd learned from Becky that with money, you can do anything, no matter how bad everything else might be; with money in my pocket, I always stand a chance. I bet it was that bitch Ella who seemed to have just
VICTORIA "What's this place?" I squinted my eyes against the brightness of the room that seemed to reflect the sunlight no matter where I looked. There was a weird taste in my mouth, and my head felt like it was stuffed with cotton balls. I looked over at the two people in the room who didn't seem to have heard me and realized that I'd said the words internally and not out loud. When I did try to speak, my lips seemed weirdly stuck together. I was in that strange place between sleep and wake, just before the fog lifts completely, and it took a few tries to clear my head before reality dawned. The last thing I remember was getting off the plane, but I have no idea how long ago that was or what the hell happened between then and now. The events leading up to the plane ride came back in bits and spurts, and I cleared my throat to speak again. "Where's Jimmy?" The two people in the room didn't answer, just kept staring at me without saying or doing anything. I started to think they w
DRACO "What am I paying you four for again?" "Sir?" Reel it in Draco; you can't blame them for not being able to do what you yourself can't. Yeah, but I'm at the end of my rope. I've been racing against the clock in the last couple of weeks, trying to get ahead of my son and failing miserably. It's not just the Sicily situation that has me on edge these days either, but my son seems to have gone rogue in a way that not even I expected. I'm almost embarrassed to admit that the only reason I know anything about his doings is because he's allowing me to. What do I mean by that? The boy has straight-up run an Op singlehandedly from his bedroom where he knows I can easily see what he's up to. I'm not sure, but I think my guys are having way more fun working with him than they ever did with me. Of course, I'm the mook who's trying to go legit while these fucks live for the dark side. I guess they were getting bored with my shit, and he's lit a spark under their asses. It would be fun
GABRIEL "Hey, your guy just moved a shit ton of cash in the last few days. I traced the transfer to an account that has been open in his daughter's name since she was about three months old." "Oh really!" "Yeah. Not only that, but from his movements, it looks like he's tying up loose ends almost like he's preparing to go away or something." "Ok, thank you." I sat back and smiled after hanging up the phone with one of dad's people who specializes in financial forensics. I've been keeping my eye on Felix this whole time, watching his movements listening in on his calls to get a feel for where his mind is at. He had no idea that Becky had been attacked and was in the hospital until I made sure that one of the women she'd tried so hard to befriend knew about her circumstances. Of course, word had already got back to him that she'd been staying in a motel, and then once she was moved to the homeless city, I made sure those same women were made aware. Just to up her embarrassment a