Becoming the Street Boss - Hayley Faiman Page 0,39

good. She’s tucked in bed, asleep. We get this done, I get back to her before she even realizes I’m away,” I say, shrugging a shoulder.

“You’re a fuckin’ boss, brother.”

“Fill me in on what happened,” I demand, getting straight to business.

Brando clears his throat, I watch as he lifts his hand and runs his fingers through his hair. “Someone called into the station, Crime Stoppers. I don’t know who actually called in, but it came from this number.”

“You traced it?”

Brando smirks. “Yeah, really not supposed to do that shit, but I did. You get a tip like that, I couldn’t ignore it.”

“Thank fuck you work that unit, yeah?”

“No fuckin’ shit,” he snorts.

“Ready to go and figure out what in the actual fuck these people were thinking?” I ask, flicking my gaze from Brando to Luca and back.

“Fuck yeah,” they said in unison.

Together we forego the front of the house and make our way toward the back. Our cars are parked several houses down from the Gallo’s place. It doesn’t take us long, thanks to Luca and his expert breaking and entering skills to make our way into the kitchen of the house.

There is a blue light on in the living room, an obvious television glow. Together, we walk toward that glow. We already know from our extensive research on this family that there are only three residents—Gallo, his wife, and the teenage daughter.

I’m not surprised to see Gallo himself in the living room, his head tipped back, his eyes closed, his lips parted and the remote control in his hand. I honestly do not think that this is the man who called the police. If I had to guess, it was the wife.

Turning to look at Luca, I jerk my chin toward the stairs. He dips his head and without a word noiselessly makes his way up the staircase. There’s a noise at the front door. My head turns toward the door as the knob slowly turns.

Brando and I fade away into the shadow of the wall as we watch the teenage daughter slip inside, slowly locking the door behind her. I smirk, knowing that she’s probably missed curfew. She’s a pretty little thing, around seventeen or eighteen. Not quite a woman, but well on the way.

I take a step forward, Brando staying in the shadows. The girl senses me, freezing in her spot just as Luca appears at the top of the stairs.

Jerking my chin toward the chair, I clear my throat. “Sit,” I bark.

Her entire body trembles. “Who are you?”

Shaking my head once, I flick my gaze from her to the chair. “Sit.”

Thankfully, the second time I ask she does as she’s been told. I watch as she walks over to the chair and slowly lowers. Turning my attention to Gallo, I notice that he’s now awake, and alert, his eyes on me.

“Mr. Ferrucci,” he breathes. “What are you doing here?” he asks, his voice shaky and trembling.

He looks scared shitless. Luca and the wife make their way downstairs. “Next to your husband, bitch,” Luca growls.

She doesn’t even flinch. Instead, she slowly walks over to the sofa and sinks down, sitting on the edge. I watch her, knowing that without a doubt this was the woman who called Crime Stoppers and she thinks that she’s somehow untouchable, or at least that she’s smarter than we are.

“Wanna tell me why you called the cops?” I ask, purposely not directing the comment to either of them.

Gallo gasps, he shakes his head. “I didn’t, I swear to God, I didn’t. I wouldn’t,” he rambles. “You were fair. I agreed to our arrangement, I wouldn’t do that.”

Licking my lips, I tilt my head to the side, my eyes focused on the bitch. “Why did you call?” I ask, keeping my focus on her and nowhere else.

“She wouldn’t,” Gallo says, trying to defend her. Lifting my hand, I put my palm up to keep him from talking.

“She would and she did, she just thought that she wouldn’t get caught, am I right?” I ask.

The woman jerks her chin up, looking down her nose at me. I can’t help but snort at her cockiness. She’s a strong woman, there’s no doubt about it, she’s also a stupid fucking cunt. Reaching for my gun, I lift it and quickly deliver a shot to the center of her forehead.

The teenage girl screams while Gallo cries out with blood and brain matter covering his face. Tilting my head down, I look at Gallo and shake my head