Page 49 of A Mafia's Treasure

“I don’t know what it is with people today … I don’t kid.” I raise my brow. “When I tell you I want you to do it, I fucking mean it,” I tell him.

“I want to see that piece of shit get what he deserves,” he tells me as he runs his hands through his hair.

“I know and he will.” I nod. “Trust me.” I smile as I turn and leave, getting into the black SUV waiting in my driveway.

“Head to the yard,” I tell my driver, who never responds. He just nods and does as instructed. If only all my staff were the same.

Heading back into New York wasn’t as quiet as I hoped, so we got stuck in traffic for longer than usual, but we eventually get to the yard in Brooklyn. I didn't text or call anyone to tell them when I was arriving. I thought the surprise would be better.

“Stay here, I can walk the rest of the way,” I instruct as I get out of the car and make my way to the big gates that are closed, the bulky chain secured around the middle with a padlock keeping anyone out … anyone except for me of course.

Reaching for the small key from the inside of my pocket, I slide it into the lock and turn until I hear the click and watch as the arm pops up. Unhooking the padlock from the chain I let them both fall to the floor, letting the noise from the chain rattle along the gates as it falls …any minute now, I think to myself.

As if on cue I hear the old door of Tommy’s container open with a bang as both he and Tony come rushing out to see what the noise was.

I push through the gate, keeping eye contact with Tony, and I can see it. He knows he’s fucked up and it’s time for him to pay.

“Tommy, I want you to go and sedate O’Connor. I don’t want him out for the night, so don’t give him much,” I order. “When you’re done, you can leave,” I instruct without looking at him.

“You got it, boss,” he says as he walks away to carry out his task.

“Tony, let's take a walk.” My jaw clenches as I think about the lies he’s told me and what I have planned for him.

“Nico, listen …” he begins.

“Tut, tut, tut, you’ve had your time, Tony. You will only do as I tell you now.” I glare at him and then turn away for him to follow me.

Tommy passes us and informs us that he is done, and I just nod. He slaps Tony on the back, and I know he’s unsure what his fate will be, but I guess he’ll have to wait and see.

We stand outside the container that Francesca and O’Connor are in, and I motion for him to go first.

He looks confused but does as I ask and opens the door and enters. I follow behind him and secure the door. Shrugging off my suit jacket, I walk over to the small table and chair in the corner, ignoring the muffled screams coming from Francesca. My cock, however, seems to enjoy that sound as he awakes instantly and starts to throb in my slacks.

“Nico, what are we doing here?” Tony looks at me, but I say nothing as I unbutton the sleeves on my shirt and roll them up, pulling the chair from the small table and placing it in front of Francesca.

“Drag that mattress from the far corner and bring it over here.” I nod in the direction of the mattress, then lean in and stroke Francesca's hair. She pulls away, but it won’t always be this way. She’ll want me like she did before; in fact, she’ll beg for me.

Tony pulls the old, worn-out mattress over and drops it to the floor with a thump as dust blows up from the container floor.

“Tell me, why did you lie about her being a woman?” I keep my eyes trained onil mio tesoroas I ask the question, and her eyes narrow as she looks to Tony, who stands behind me.

I hear him sigh. “I didn’t lie, Nico, that’s what I have been trying to say. When I first hired her, I thought she was a he, but when she turned up, I was as surprised as anyone,” he rushes out.

“But you decided to keep it a secret,” I ask. “Why?” I keep my voice calm.

“You had the fight lined up, and I knew it was important. I didn’t have time to find anyone else, and her records were impressive, so I wanted to see what she could do,” he tells me.

“And you couldn’t just tell me that?” I look over my shoulder at him.

“I …” he begins to say..

“You don’t trust me, Tony. I make the decisions not you, and even if you thought she was good enough to fight, I may have decided I didn’t want her to,” I tell him. “If that was the case, then she wouldn’t have, no matter what her fucking record stated.”

His head bows to the ground, knowing I’m right.

“Tell me, I know you took her to the club, what happened when you went there?” I see the deep inhale he takes when he realizes what I am getting at. His jaw clenches and he knows. Even if he didn’t know what happened between us he still fucked her, and she belongs to me! “Well…” I push.

“We fucked, and that wasn’t the only time. We fucked at the gym when she first arrived,” he admits, running his hand over his shaved head repeatedly.

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