Page 126 of Ruthless Mafia Daddy

“Fine. We head there once Rosa has been collected.”

The moment Rosa is in the backseat of Jerry’s Mercedes, heading safely back to Westchester, I climb into the front seat of the Hummer, with Dez driving, and we race toward Harlem.

This is going to be a bloodbath, but I won’t stop until I’m holding Lila’s warm body in my arms. I refuse to accept any other outcome.

I think of the baby she’s growing, and I have to swallow down the acid in my throat. If Lorenzo knows…

“Andre.” Marco snaps me out of my spiraling thoughts.

“What?”

“I know what you’re thinking, so stop it right now.” He leans across the center console of the car. “She’s not dead. She’s not Valentina.”

I flinch at the mention of her name, my wounds threatening to burst open with each passing second.

Dez tightens his fists around the steering wheel. “We’re going to get her back, boss.”

I say nothing as we race toward the city, choosing instead to check each of my weapons.

Two handguns, each with seventeen rounds, four magazines, a six-inch blade and a nine-inch blade.

By the time Lila is safely back in my arms, I want each of these bullets embedded in the skulls of Lorenzo’s men, and I want at least one of the knives buried deep in Lorenzo’s chest cavity after I’ve run it across his throat. I want to wear his blood like a tattoo on my skin, a marker to any who think they can take what belongs to me.

“He’s not getting out of this alive.” I click the safety off my gun.

Luciano’s is a dive situated in the center of East Harlem. At two in the morning, the place looks abandoned, with no lights on and the sign half hanging off the wall.

But I know better. Most of these places have hidden basements beneath the bars, left over from the prohibition, which are now used for drug deals and money laundering. It will no doubt be full of Lorenzo’s men.

Dez pulls down a side alley and puts the Hummer in park. “Should we even bother going around the back?”

Marco’s safety click echoes around the car. “No point in being discrete, Dez. Let’s smash this fucking place up.”

Sloan chuckles. “I like your style.”

I open the car door and climb out. “Don’t leave anyone alive. I want the floors flooded with blood by the time we leave.”

Sloan leads the way, a baseball bat resting on his shoulders as we approach Luciano’s.

I stand back beside Marco as Sloan lifts the bat and sends it straight through the glass front, shattering it into a thousand tiny pieces.

He steps to the side. “After you, boss.”

I tighten my grip on my gun as I step through into the restaurant, the glass crunching beneath my feet as I creep across the floor. No doubt the sound of the glass shattering sent whoever is below into action.

“Dez.” I signal for him to join me.

He climbs through the front window with expert grace, his machine gun pointed straight at the locked door behind the cash register. ~

I glance over my shoulder at Marco and Sloan. “Ready?”

They both nod, sly grins on their faces as they point their weapons.

This is it. Time to teach Lorenzo the lesson he never learned.

He thinks he can mess with me? Touch my family? The woman I love? The mother of my child?

Those thoughts nearly have me crumbling. Because I do love her. As I do my unborn child.

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