Becoming the Street Boss - Hayley Faiman Page 0,88

a fuckload to atone for when I get out.”

Tears stream down my face at his words. He does have a fuckload to atone for, but neither of us is perfect, never have been. I open my mouth to tell him just that, to ask him if he will let me come and see him so that we can talk in person.

I open my mouth but no words come out. Instead, I scream. I feel something hot slam into my shoulder, then my waist, then my thigh. My entire body crumples to the ground, I try to pull my legs up into the fetal position, but I can’t.

I can hear Massimo’s voice in the distance. I hear car tires screech and squeal. I lift my eyes and watch the back of a red sedan speed away. A man shouts, then another. A woman screams. Then Enrico’s face appears in front of me.

“Oh, fuck,” he growls. “Fucking shit,” he snaps. I watch as he picks up my phone, holding it to his ear. “She’s right here. Someone got her, don’t know who. Bystanders already called 911. I can’t tell, two, maybe three times…” His voice begins to fade away.

I open my mouth to call out, to say something, but no sound escapes my lips.

Then.

Everything.

Goes.

Black.

MASSIMO

Shot.

No, gunned the fuck down.

I could do nothing but listen to her screams. I want to know who the fuck did this and when I find him, I’m going to torture him—slowly. Flashbacks of my mother’s death play in my mind on a loop. I’m as helpless right now as I was at five years old.

Making my way back to my cell, I clench my fists tightly as I stare at the wall in front of me. All I can do is think about my wife. Think about my treatment of her over the past four and a half years. I’ve been downright cruel when she has been nothing but kind and patient.

Pippa never deserved me, never deserved an ounce of the treatment that I dealt out to her. But she stayed when she could have run. She also stayed faithful when it could have been a hell’ve a lot easier to find pleasure elsewhere.

Whoever did this to her will die a slow and painful death. Pippa is a true mafia wife. Strong and true, faithful and honorable. I will avenge her. And if she lives, I will do right by her.

I’ll make her the mother she wishes to be, I’ll try to be the husband she wants me to be. It’s a promise that I not only make to her, but to myself. I don’t know how I’m going to make up five years to her, but I’m damn sure going to try.

“Ferrucci,” a voice calls out from the other side of my bars.

Picking my face up from the palms of my hands, I turn my head to look over at the man who called out to me. It’s my friendly dirty guard.

Standing, I walk over to him, wondering what he’s going to say to me. He’s only come to my cell a handful of times over the years, so this is definitely big.

“She’s stable. Got a call a few minutes ago, wanted to let you know. Couldn’t have you worried all night, didn’t seem right,” he murmurs.

“Any idea who did it? Maybe our resident guard asshole?”

He shakes his head, his lips twitching as something cold slides through his gaze. “He has been taken care of, permanently. After that little stalking stunt, he’s no longer an issue at all whatsoever.”

“Personally?” I ask.

He dips his chin, his eyes finding mine. “Personally,” he confirms.

I knew that the asshole was dead, I wasn’t sure if one of our guys did it or if it really was him. I’m glad that it was this man, a move like that shows his allegiance to the famiglia. Nodding my head slowly, I shift my eyes to the side before I bring them back to him.

“Have you heard any rumblings about me in here?” I ask.

Another scenario could be that I pissed someone off in here. Men have been known to go after family members living on the outside. The guard shakes his head slowly, tilting his face up to the ceiling before his eyes find mine again.

“Maybe it’s not something new, Ferrucci. Maybe it’s your past catching up with you? I haven’t heard anything. Your men on the outside haven’t either, I asked. The guard here is gone. Think about who you could have