Page 35 of The Greek's Retribution

It’s weird how we all think of Alistair being crazy, but in all honesty we know he inherited it honestly. I’ve seen Yiannis lose his shit before and it was like watching an older Alistair. Now, everyone in the room who has not witnessed it before is about to get the real Yiannis Kourakos.

“Somebody has to fucking die! They killed my boy,” Yiannis screams as tears roll down his cheeks. He pulls out his guns and starts shooting up the bar. Bottles, glasses, and the huge mirror behind the bar on wall shatter as the bullets fly through then.

“Father, please,” Zar pleads, trying to get him to stop. He goes over to his father, placing his hand on his wrist, getting Yiannis to stop firing.

Yiannis slowly turns his head to Zar. His far deathly expression softens as he stares at his oldest son.

“They killed my boy,” Yiannis wails as he collapses into Zar’s arms.

Sebastian gets up and joins them. I do the same. The four of us hold onto each other for support as our tears of pain and heartbreak leave us. I couldn’t help but to feel responsible because they got to Alistair all because the family was trying to help me protect Sabre.

“What the hell happened in here?” we hear from behind us.

Slowly we release each other, then turn around to see a dirty and scraped up Alistair standing behind us.

“Alistair” Yiannis yells, rushing to him, then pulling him into his arms.

Now our tears that fall are of happiness and relief to see him alive.

“What the fuck, Alistair? Yiannis got a call saying you were killed,” I relay after hugging him.

His eyes bug before he swiftly goes back to Yiannis. “No, Father, I wasn’t killed but they tried to kill me.”

Yiannis hugs him again before saying, “Deep in my heart I knew it couldn’t be true, but to get a call like that is never something a parent wants.”

“Alistair what happened?” Zar asks.

“Well, I got to Giordano’s to pick up the pizza’s. There was a line for the to-go orders and when it was my time at the counter, the lady said she had to go in the back to get them. It took her ass twenty minutes before she came back with them. I didn’t think nothing of it at the time, so I paid, then left. I got in the car, putting the pizzas on the passenger seat. I was just about to call Hailey to tell her what I got when the hairs on the back of my neck raised. I felt something wasn’t right. You know I got six senses.”

“There are only five. Touch, smell, sight, hear, and taste,” I correct.

“Yeah, well I got a sixth and that’s intuition,” he states, then continues, “Anyway, I felt something was off when I saw two guys standing at the entrance looking my way, laughing before going inside. So, I got out. I looked under the car on the driver’s side and didn’t see nothing, so I went to the passenger side and did the same thing, only this time I saw a little black box that was taped to the exhaust, counting down and by then it had reached five. I jumped up and tried to make a run for it, but I got about ten feet away when the car exploded. Luckily, for me the cars I ran between saved me from the flying metal, but the impact knocked me to the ground. I was able to get up, but my hearing was fucked from the blast. I broke into a car in the next parking lot, hotwired it, then came back here. I started to stop to use someone’s cell phone but I didn’t want to take the chance of those motherfuckers tracing the call and putting innocent people at risk. Oh, we need to get rid of that car, it’s parked out front.”

Sebastian turns to Jeeves. “Take care of that.”

Like the man of no words, he’s known for, Jeeves bows his head then disappears.

“So, what do we do now?” I ask, ready to take this shit straight to Eduardo.

Zar smirks. “We’re going back to Dallas but not before we fuck up the Cartel’s shit here in Chicago.”

Yiorgos lets out a wicked laugh. “Looks like I got here just in the nick of time.”

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