Riding Dirty: Luciotti Crime Family (A Bad Boy Mafia Romance) - Kara Hart Page 0,56
sat against the window, moaning in pain. “Shut the fuck up back there.” Ricky laughed. “Or I'll be forced to do worse on you.”
“You need a weapon?” he asked me. “You're looking a little empty right now.”
“I’ve got my knife, but I'd love a pistol.” I grinned.
When we pulled into the driveway, we jumped out of the car. We displayed our pistols in front of us and walked quietly up to the driveway. Something told me he was inside.
I peered inside and saw all I needed to see. There he was, standing over Dahlia, shaking his gun wildly at the two. He was screaming, trying to churn up old fears. He was most likely succeeding too.
“It's going to be hard not to burn a hole through that motherfucker,” I muttered.
I motioned to Ricky with my eyes that he was inside the house. We circled around to the back and I gently pushed open the broken in door. I knew this wouldn't take much effort on our part. Without any help, he was completely useless as a criminal entity.
I simply walked into the room and Ricky followed closely behind me. Both our guns pointed directly at Cade’s head. “Drop your weapon and get into that corner over there. Now,” I said, nodding at Jen.
He dropped the gun and backed into the corner. Without his weapon in hand, he wasn't a threat to anyone anymore. “You might be the absolute worst criminal in history,” I said. I took the back of my gun and swung it against the guy’s skull. He fell like a ton of bricks.
“Let's take him to the Don,” Ricky sighed. “He’ll be waiting for him.”
“You go ahead. I've got unfinished business here,” I said, looking at Dahlia who was visibly shaken up.
“Suit yourself.” He shrugged. We both grabbed Cade and tied him up, throwing him into the trunk of the vehicle.
“Thanks for saving me back there.” I shut the trunk and looked in at Carmelo. He was awake, but silently obedient. “What’ll you do with him?” I asked.
“Do you really need to ask?” He laughed.
“Don't hurt him. It's not his fault.” I found myself saying. The old man had lived a hard life already. He sold me out, but that didn't mean I didn't have sympathy for the guy.
“Seriously? He tried to—”
“Just do what I say. Take any extra revenge out on Cade,” I said. “I want him out of our lives forever.”
“Shit, man. You really like this girl, don't you?” he asked.
“Yeah, she's important to me. But it's not about whether I like her or not. She deserves a little peace in her life. I wouldn't expect you to understand,” I said.
“I get it. I do,” he said. “You can take the old man. He doesn't mean anything to me.” He opened the car door and Carmelo fell onto the asphalt with a big thud. “Look, uh, I'll see you back in Detroit soon, all right?”
“Sounds good,” I said. But deep down I knew this was my last job. I was worn out and tired of hurting people. The organized crime life seemed glamorous to me as a kid. Plus, it wasn't like I had a choice in the matter. It was family. It was what was expected when I grew into manhood.
But now, at the ripe age of 33, I was thinking about the benefits of retirement. Detroit wasn't in my sights. No, I needed some place green with trees and fresh air. No more corruption and crime. Only positives. Shit, I was really surprising myself these days.
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Dahlia
“You're safe,” he said. “But I'm sorry I didn't get to you earlier.”
I didn't know how to react. I didn't know whether to be happy or scared, or any other kind of emotion. I just knew I wanted to feel safe again. “Is he gone? For good?” I said, holding Jen in my arms.
“He got him, Mom.” Jen sighed. Her tears were dry now. Fuck, I was pissed. I now had to explain to my daughter that her daddy was a maniac drug dealer in the possession of the mafia. The whole thing was ludicrous.
Lucas knelt in front of us. “He's gone. For good. That I can promise you. I wouldn't want to be in his shoes right now.”
“Or yours,” I said. “Are you okay? You look like you really took a beating, Lucas.” I ran my fingers across his swollen cheeks, and through his hair. “I'm so sorry.”