Page 43 of A Mafia's Treasure

Now I know why I use public transport. This is really stressful!

I struggle to get my phone from my pocket and call Tony.

“Change of plan. I need to get to the yard myself or get the taxi to follow me … if he can keep up. He obviously had his own ride, dumbass!” I rush out.

“Watch it,” he grits out. “The taxi isn’t far behind you, but he stayed back because apparently you’re driving like a crazy person. Pull over before you get pulled by the fucking cops,” he commands.

I cut the call. I can’t deal with all the honking and his attitude right now. I find a gap and swerve over to the sidewalk, accidentally hitting the curb. I hear a scrape along the side of the car … ouch, that didn’t sound good.

Groaning comes from the back of the car, but he isn’t fully awake, so we should be able to do the transfer without any issues.

I jump out of the car and have never been more relieved to leave a vehicle in my life. I won’t be doing that again in a hurry.

“Here, I’ll need a hand to move him. He’ll be dead weight,” I call to Tony who is getting out of his car.

We bundle O’Connor into the boot, and I travel with him in the taxi to the yard.

My mind continues to wander back to Nicolas. How have I been literally fucking my boss … this whole fucking time!

Chapter31

Nico

Ibarge through the club, ignoring everyone I pass. My goal is to get to Marco’s office and anyone or anything that gets in my way will be destroyed.

The beat of the music pounds as I enter the main club, and the lights pulse relentlessly. I want to go and pull the fucking plug! I can’t think straight.

Heading around the bar, I grab the handle, pausing for a moment … If this woman is lying to me, then she will die a painful mother fucking death. I’ve been waiting for this moment for a long ass time, and if she is playing games, she is playing with the wrong guy.

Exhaling, I push forward and enter.

The woman jumps as I barge in, and Marco stands in front of her, putting his hands up defensively. “Wow, wait, you need to calm down a bit, boss.” His brow raises and his head cocks back, gesturing to the woman behind him.

“Listen, we don’t have time to waste. I want to know where O’Connor is keeping my brother, and I want to know Now!” I shout.

“Look, come and sit.” He gestures to the sofa that sits along the wall opposite his big oak desk.

I grit my teeth asI do what he says. I take in the woman who is huddled in his big brown leather chesterfield chair that sits opposite his desk. She has a soft looking blanket over her tiny frame, and she is wearing an oversized hoodie with ICONIC on the front.

My eyes narrow as she raises her arm to move a piece of greasy, matted blonde hair that has fallen in front of her grubby face, which shows signs of faded bruises. The sleeve of the hoodie slips and reveals red marks from some kind of rope or chains.

Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath. I need to calm myself. She has come here instead of getting herself help in order to save my brother, so I should be grateful and not assume the worst.

“I’m sorry. I haven’t seen my brother in two years, but that doesn’t give me the right to treat you this way,” I say as I look at her, and her eyes begin to well with unshed tears. “What’s your name?” I ask.

“I-I know you want to get to your brother, but you should know he’d given up hope you’d find him. We didn’t know where we were.” The tears building in her eyes spill down her gaunt looking cheeks. “I was only there for about six months, but your brother…” she breaks off and sobs. “Well, as you know, he was there for so much longer.” The blanket slips down as she buries her head into her knees and cries.

Standing, I go over to her and place my hand on the back of her head, feeling the grime in her hair, and that’s when it hits me. I don’t know what she’s been through, whathe’sbeen through.

I bend down and look at her, lowering my voice. “Please, what is your name?” I smile reassuringly at her, hoping she knows I won’t hurt her. I just need answers.

“Rosie Carmicheal,” she answers.

“Do you know where you were kept?” I ask and nod to assure her she can trust we will do everything we can to help them both.

She scoffs out a laugh and starts to shake her head. “Pier 3, Greenway Terrace, a couple of blocks back from there.” She drops her head and screams into her arm. “I can’t believe we were so flipping close. I came out and walked a couple of blocks and there I was.” She shakes her head. “This whole time, he hadn’t removed us from the State, never mind the blooming country!” I can see she’s mad, and it’s kinda cute that she obviously doesn’t swear. The complete opposite to someone else I know.

“Do you know where exactly?” I ask her.

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