Johnny without taking my eyes off this chump. This punk is young and scared for his life, but I don’t underestimate anyone. Not now, not ever. You never know when someone might surprise you. And I don’t fucking like surprises.
Not like that nice piece of ass today. She was a welcome surprise. My dick starts getting all fucking excited thinking about being in that hot pussy again. Fuck. Now is not the time to let my mind go there. Although it does make me wanna end this shit sooner, rather than later.
“De Luca’s pissed about the territory, he wants all yous dead.”
“All yous?” I echo, and arch an eyebrow.
“You need to learn to speak properly, Mr...?” I ask him, but not really. I know Johnny’s gonna answer, and he does.
“Marco, Marco Bryant. Twenty-three, and an organ donor.” Johnny’s confident voice rings out from behind me and ends with a snort. Yeah, these organs are getting donated. I see him pocketing Marco's wallet as I nod my head. Bryant. Just like I thought, he’s not full blood. No way De Luca gives a fuck about him.
“So, Marco. You need to get your shit together. You think De Luca was really giving you a chance?” Marco starts trembling beneath me, and widens his eyes. He doesn’t know how to answer. Fuck, I wanna roll my eyes at this prick. But I don’t take chances.
“Don’t answer; I don’t really give a fuck.” I push the barrel of the gun between his eyes and ask, “You got anything else for me?”
“I’ll give you everything!” His eyes are darting between me and Johnny, and his face is sweating like he’s stranded in a desert in July. Or like he’s about to lose his life. I can practically hear his heart pounding in his chest.
“Everything?” I ask with a smirk. He’s got nothing that I want. I’ve got more money than I know what to do with. Unless he’s got that chick’s number, there’s nothing I want from him.
“I’ve got a house on the southside and forty grand that’s-” I pull the trigger before he can finish. I miss the bang of the bullet, but it’s better this way. Nice and quiet. I get up quick so I don’t get any blood on my suit.
“Grab the list and see if he was one of the drop-offs. If not, this is gonna be one long fucking day.” I head over to the bar and finally get my gun positioned right where I like it. That’s better.
“Got it, boss. Yeah, he’s one of 'em.” My chest rumbles with a laugh. “Wonder if he has a history of making bets and he got that forty grand by winning?” Johnny laughs as he picks Marco’s head up and starts wrapping it with plastic wrap. Really distorts the fucker's head, but it works well for keeping all the blood from getting everywhere.
“Drop him off at the vet before Ma’s.” Everyone in my family knows someone. My vet was a wonderful addition to my contacts. If you can cremate a hundred and fifty pound dog, you can cremate a hundred and fifty pound corpse.
“You really wanna push it? You know your Ma hates it when you’re late.” Johnny talks while he wipes up the blood. I flip the scrawny bastard over and pull him by his feet away from the mess.
I don’t answer Johnny. I’m always fucking late. She’d be surprised if I showed up on time. I stare at the rag in Johnny’s hand that's soaking up the blood. Damn, it’s a lot of blood. Never gets old. I stand up from the dead bastard and head back to the bar for a drink. Our glasses are somewhere else, but there’s plenty of new ones to fill. And plenty of liquor to fill them with.
This is why I’m the bookie in the family. I didn’t really want to be a part of this shit. But with a name like Valetti, this shit tracks you down. “Yours is up here when you’re ready, Johnny.” As soon as I set my glass down, there’s a knock at the door. Fucking perfect.
I walk over to Johnny and pick up Marco’s legs while he gets his upper body. This fucker looks small, but his dead, limp body is fucking heavy. We’ll dump him in the corner for now. I take a look at Johnny and straighten his jacket.
“You look good, just wipe your face,” I tell him and return to my glass.
“Uh, Dom?” Johnny asks