Page 5 of Relentless Sinner

The door to my left opens and Cillian O’Ridian, the head of the Irish mob, walks out with his gun cocked. He took the east wing of this compound while I cleared the west.

It was with his help that I was able to find this place so quickly. Cillian knew about these creeps from a little run-in we had a couple of months ago.

It was luck that I remembered seeing the leader’s name on a document from back then. That helped me put two and two together quickly when Salvatore informed me who’d taken Gabriella.

Cillian and I were at a Creed meeting when I got that call.

I’ve never been more grateful for my alliance with him, and I suppose for my membership in the Creed.

The Creed is a council of twelve crime lords and their subordinates, which consists of two families from the Italian Mafia, two clans each from the Camorra, Yakuza, Irish Mafia, and four Bratva brotherhoods, of which myself and my father are part of.

Each group took the blood oath to live by a set of laws that has bound them for over fifty years. We share power and wealth. And we also share war.

I got to see that for myself tonight more than any other, because the Creed’s enforcers backed me up. I couldn’t have called on my father for help if he’d known what was really going on.

“Did you get her?” Cillian asks, his Irish accent sounding thicker than normal. It comes out clearer when he’s worked up, or whenever he’s been in a fight.

“Yeah. My men just took her.”

“God, that was a real close call.” Cillian reholsters his gun in his jacket. “Is she okay?”

“She seems to be. Thanks for your help, bro. I couldn't have found her so soon without you.”

“No worries. Didn’t know you even had a bride-to-be until tonight.” He smirks, staring back at me with raised brows.

“I’ll fill you in later.”

“I’m sure that will be one hell of a story. You can tell me all about it on the way to the airport. We have one more loose end to tie up.”

My shoulders drop and I frown. It seems we’re not quite done yet for the night. “What loose end?”

“Estes Pertrinkov got away.”

“Fuck.” Estes is the leader of this unit. Realistically, he’s the man I need to get if I want to eliminate future trouble with the Odessa.

“He left for a meeting shortly before we got here. He's heading to Greece in an hour, so we better get moving.”

“Shit, let’s go.” My mind snaps back into action and I follow Cillian out the door.

Nothing grates on my nerves more than extra shit I don’t need.

I can’t wait to see Salvatore De Costa later and wring his scraggly neck. This is all happening because he’s a shady motherfucker.

Estes took Gabriella because her father screwed him over in a recent business deal. He didn't plan to give her back because they knew they would get more money by selling her to one of Salvatore’s enemies. Estes also probably didn’t want to risk certain death from Salvatore by taking his daughter.

When we reach the outside the cold night air is most welcome in my lungs, cleansing the stench of death from my body.

I look at the SUV parked across from me with Gabriella sitting in the back. She can’t see me staring at her. That fear is still etched into her face and her body.

Poor girl.She doesn’t know that tonight is the beginning of the rest of her life. She and I are only just getting started.

That little stunt she pulled of trying to escape won’t work with me.

I'll catch up with her at home.

After I see her father.

It’s almost midnight when I drive through the tall wrought iron gates of my home.

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