Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 32333 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 162(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32333 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 162(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
This hit was not a Russo Mafia hit. Russo Mafia liked to make things personal. This was not personal. This was a bomb that had gone off from inside the car. Either one of Luiz’s family, or a guard, or it was planted, but it was not a Russo hit.
Luiz started to sweat even more.
“I don’t understand,” Luiz said. “They said she’d be safe.”
“Who?”
Luiz looked at him and there was real fear in his eyes.
“King? Vigo?”
“I don’t know,” Luiz said.
“You just said they,” he said.
“I...” Luiz looked confused. “They said she would be safe.”
Massimo stared at him and waited.
“I ... got a call. I don’t know which one it is. I know King and Vigo have been gaining ground and they have wanted to for a long time. They’re the ones that have been paying me off, changing business hands, that kind of thing.” Luiz looked dead, he looked broken.
This surprised Massimo. To him, Luiz had always been a cruel, selfish bastard, who didn’t care about anyone or anything other than himself, yet looking at him now, he was taken aback. There was real sorrow on the man’s face. He had lost his family. And whoever he had trusted, had done the hit.
“I got a call, but not by any number I recognize, and the voice was warped, like it was speaking into one of those devices,” he said. “It told me I needed to get my family out. That a car would be sent, and I was to be with them.”
He looked at Massimo. “That bomb was for me.”
“So it could be either Vigo or King?” Massimo asked.
“Yes. That is all I know. I swear. I ... thought they were going to make their move and that getting out with my family was the only way.”
“Why didn’t you leave with them?” Massimo asked.
“I was ... disposing of my staff,” Luiz said. “They’re stacked up in the basement. Also, I wanted to take a separate car to load up the cash. The caller said to leave it, but I didn’t want to.”
Massimo nodded. Greed had been a motivator for Luiz, as well as hurting other people, before he was done. And now, Massimo was done.
He was not in the mood to torture the bastard for long, and so, he pulled out his gun, aimed, and fired, sending a bullet right through the man’s head. None of his men said a word.
“Spread out. I want to know if this house is being watched,” Massimo said.
His soldiers did as he asked, while he got to his feet.
Luiz wouldn’t be missed. He was weak. Intent on overthrowing the Russo Mafia, it made him a fool and a traitor.
Luiz hadn’t been lying, as he saw multiple dead bodies in the basement, and he didn’t even bother to go and look. The stench was appalling, and he had a feeling Luiz had been killing his staff longer than a few days.
Making his way through the house, he saw in several rooms the stacks of bills, all wrapped together. Massimo looked at them. Luiz was being paid off, but whoever had done the paying must have intended to come back for the money.
Russo wouldn’t want this money. It was traitor’s money. They wouldn’t lower themselves to steal it, and after looking through the whole house, Massimo got to work. His men had already brought in the barrels of gasoline, and he started to spread it across the cash.
There would be some people who would mourn the burning of money, but not him. Then he pulled out the boxes of matches he kept. There was a time he would have used a lighter, but he got sick and tired of having to purchase another one every time he tossed it into a fucking room. A match would do just as good a job as a fucking lighter. He dropped the match, already stepping out of the house. He didn’t need to see it burn.
His men had already reported back to him that no one was stalking the house. No one was coming back. Massimo knew that whoever had given Luiz the order was not coming back. They would stay well enough away, especially now, because they had probably seen Massimo arrive. He had a sneaking suspicion they were after the money, and now that the money was gone, they had nothing to come back for.
He had probably just pissed the person off, but Massimo didn’t mind. Someone was after the Russo Mafia empire, and he was going to find out who it was, then he was going to fucking destroy them.
****
Isabella had left to have lunch with some of the Russo Mafia women. She had invited her, but Adelina had decided to sit this one out. There would be plenty of time to have the women looking at her with disapproval as she didn’t quite match up to what they wanted for Massimo.