Mercenary (Gangsters of New York #3) - Bella Di Corte Page 0,113
Alcina’s face, “you’ll get the fuck outta here. Subito.” Immediately.
The woman only had time to narrow her eyes, to realize the volcano coming for her, before she went to take off. She was too late. Alcina grabbed her by the hair, yanking her back, and then proceeded to beat the woman, screaming insults at her in Sicilian as she did.
Bitch! Whore! I should take your panties off and stick them in your mouth! My husband! Disrespect! Make a fool of me!
My wife was not slapping the woman, either, she was punching her.
I said her name once, but I knew there was no getting through to her with words alone. I took a step forward, ready to end the situation, but before I did, Baggio stepped up and grabbed Alcina around the waist. He yanked her back so hard that her mouth opened. He had made her lose her breath.
Baggio was a beast on the streets, but I knew it wasn’t going to be long before he burned out. Men who only had violence and no thought behind it never lasted in this life. The day before, I’d been told that he had done something violent to another woman, but the woman had yet to be found. Then there was the issue with Vito. He had let him slip past, which gave him the opportunity to get to my wife and family.
As soon as he put his hands on my wife, our eyes connected, and he dropped her immediately. She fell to the ground, wheezing for breath. The woman she had been beating slapped her across the face. She went to do it again, when I stepped in between them.
“Your face,” I said. “I better never see it again.”
She took off running. I didn’t bother watching her disappear. I turned around and picked my wife up from the ground. She slapped at me, trying to curse while catching her breath.
I looked at Tito, who watched with a narrowed eye, Baggio, and then Adriano.
Nunzio stepped up, Brooklyn next to him. “We were passing by when your wife saw you,” he said. “She jumped out of the car before we could stop her.”
I nodded, walking toward where Nunzio had parked. A stream of traffic lined up. Either the cars went around or they waited. Most people in this area were familiar with who we were.
Brooklyn got in first, followed by Tito. I sat Alcina down next to him. She turned her face up, tears slipping from the sides of her eyes, rolling down her cheeks. She wasn’t crying because she was upset. She was crying because she was pissed.
Tito sighed. “I will check her.”
I shut the door and tapped on the roof once. The car pulled into traffic and I went back to Primo. Calcedonio was the only man standing outside.
He nodded at me. “Baggio and Adriano are inside.”
“Go home,” I said. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
I shut the door behind me once I was inside, locking it.
Adriano sat at the bar, his back to me. Baggio stood as soon as he heard me enter.
“Boss, I—”
I held a hand up. “Get me a beer,” I said.
He nodded. “Yeah, okay. We can discuss this.”
He went to the fridge and grabbed me a beer. When he turned around, I shot him twice in the stomach. His eyes grew wide, his mouth opened, wheezing for breath like a fish out of water. He fell to his knees before he crumpled to the floor.
I stood over him, watching him gasp for breath. “No one touches my wife,” I said. “You’ll suffer for however long it takes. No help. You’ll touch hell before you get there.”
I had seen his face when he yanked my wife back. He got off on pain and suffering. As soon as he heard her breath catch, he got a fucking hard on for more pain. He was fucking limp now—his entire body.
Adriano sat at the bar, drinking a beer.
I nodded at him and he nodded back.
He’d take care of the rest.
“I guess I get Gilberts,” he said before I shut the door to Primo. “I can’t stand to see anything starve.”
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Alcina
Bruises were starting to form on my stomach, but I did not feel them.
The vipere were coiling deep in the pit of my heart, and my hands were ready to strike, to hurt him as much as that scene hurt me.