Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 37273 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 186(@200wpm)___ 149(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37273 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 186(@200wpm)___ 149(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
She was in this now, not just because of what she saw, but because of how much she cared about Joey. She didn’t love him, but she lusted after him, cared about him even. It was like everything she’d tried to block out for the last year had amplified in just twenty-four hours.
And although keeping her mouth shut on this and letting Joey and his men handle it was obviously the wisest choice, she also wasn’t about to say anything because of what Joey did, and the organization he ran. It was a dangerous world, and she was right in the middle of it.
13
Joey put his cell back in his pocket, grabbed the rag Alex had given him, and stared at the man currently tied up in front of him. The man hung from the rafters of an abandoned warehouse right outside of Bourbon, not the same one that they normally used to get information out of guys, or take care of business.
Right now they were in the basement, the walls seeming like they would cave in around them from age.
“So, you’re sticking to your story?” Joey asked the man currently bleeding all over the dirty ground. Joey wiped the blood from his other hand and tossed the rag aside. He had gotten the call this morning from Niklo that they had a lead on one of the guys directly responsible for taking Kelly, Mario’s wife.
They had brought the Gondalo man here for some “questioning” on the motives of Carlos and what he planned on getting out of all of this. Joey didn’t bother asking how his men did the things or found out what they did. They always got the job done, and that was what mattered.
But he had found out that this fucking dick-sucker that was trussed up for them had been trying to make some back alley deals with cocaine and some of Joey’s associates.
The asshole was trying to squeeze his business in right under their noses, and once they had shut down his little operation they had found a picture of Kelly tied up and naked in his wallet. They ended getting enough information out of him to realize this prick was responsible and ordered to take her. Because of him and the Gondalos all of this shit was happening.
After they had found out what he had done the asshole had clammed up. But then the insults started flying about their mothers, sisters, and side pieces of ass, and it was clear he was fine with dying for his cause and crew.
There was a bit of pride in that, and Joey could appreciate that … to a point. But then they had started showing him exactly how brutal they could get without actually killing him.
Niklo was off to the side with a few of the other men in their crew, and going through this fucker’s wallet. “This guy has like five IDs,” Niklo said and held them up one at a time. “Are you Mark, Vinnie, Thad, Jacob, or Josh?” Niklo asked and moved over to the man in question. He held up the IDs, and tossed them at his bloody face.
The man sputtered out, “Thad, you motherfucker, and you’ll be saying it on a scream when Carlos gets done with you.”
Everyone glanced at each other, and then started laughing. But before Niklo could say any more a cell phone went off.
“It’s mine,” Joey said and grabbed his cell. The phone number was private, and although he normally wouldn’t have answered it, he had this feeling in the pit of his gut that said he needed to. “Who is this?” The number for his cell was unlisted, and although he was sure someone could still get it, the fact that it was a private number and all this shit was happening with the Gondalo crew, told Joey this wasn’t a coincidence.
“The great Joey Bacelli on the line with me.”
Joey squeezed the phone tightly and glanced at his brother.
Niklo reached out and shoved a dirty rag in Thad’s mouth. Then he pushed his latex gloved finger into one of the cigar burns that Markus had given him when he started mouthing off about their mothers. Thad started to groan, but it was muffled.
“For the last six months I’ve been wanting to speak with you, but the time never seemed right.”
The voice that came through held false authority, and Joey knew it was Carlos on the phone. He was about to end this shit right now.
“I’ll make this fast and easy,” Carlos said in a scratchy, bland voice.
“You and I have some business to take care of, starting with a sit-down to clear the fucking air,” Joey said in a controlled voice.
The sound of Carlos inhaling and then exhaling came through the phone. “I agree we need to talk, but you’ll be listening to me while I explain how things are going to go down.”