Page 29 of A Mafia's Treasure

He shakes his head as he coughs and splutters on the blood filling his mouth.

“No need to thank me, Tommy,” I say as I look over at him. I’ve made taking his teeth out so much fucking easier now.

“I was going to make this quick, but you know …” I say as I drop the knife and grip his neck tightly. “I’m looking forward to watching the life leave your worthless fucking body.” I spit on his face.

His cheeks go red as he tries to breath, his blood and spit drips onto my hands, and I feel his pulse ease from a rapid beat to a flatline.

Watching life fully leave someone’s body is something I’ll never tire of seeing. It’s a feeling that brings me peace.

The death rattle that comes from their bodies is almost like a last plea for help, and it’ll never not bring a smile to my face knowing I’ve accomplished what I set out to do.

“Here’s the contract.” Tommy passes it to me as I pick up Ivan’s limp arm and dig his finger into the cut on his chest.

Pressing his bloodied fingerprint on the contact seals the deal.

“You know he was talking shit about Tony right?” Tommy says as he comes to the side of Ivan and starts to pull out his teeth.

“I’m not taking any chances. He may be my cousin, but I need to know what he’s hiding and what’s with this Frankie guy,” I tell him.

“He’s just trying to save his own skin. I can’t see Tony doing anything without you knowing?” He shrugs.

“This stays between us. No one else can know what he said until I decide what I’m going to do, understand?”

“You got it,” he tells me.

I nod at him as I go to the sink and wash my hands, watching the blood run down the plug hole.

Drying my hands, I grab my jacket and turn to Tommy. “Speak soon, and, Tommy … remember what I said.” I slam the container door shut behind me and get into the waiting SUV.

I scroll through my phone and hit call.

“Boss,” Tony answers on the first ring.

“I have a job for the new guy,” I inform him.

“Okay, but you wanted to work through the list, and the list has taken them out of the city,” he tells me.

“When did you do that?” I ask.

“They left tonight. You’ll get a text when it’s done, but can anyone else do what you need?” he questions, and I can hear the rustling of paper on his desk.

“No, I want the guy from London. Get him back,” I command.

I hang up without giving him the option to reply.

My phone pings, and I look down.

Tony: They’re in the middle of a job, and it’s too dangerous to pull out now. They’ll come back as soon as they’re done. Send details.

Me: Call me when they’re back, and we’ll talk then.

Fuck! I slam my fist against the inside of the car door, clenching my jaw.

I will get to the bottom of this, whateverthisis.

Chapter22

Frankie

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