Page 37 of A Mafia's Treasure

“That’s good. You need to leave, and if you can, head to ICONIC in New York. Ask for Nico Romano and tell them you know where Gabriele is.” I slump back to the floor. I have no energy to run with her. “He will help you. Tell him about Brendon … Go.” I smile at her and hope she fucking listens and gets out of here before someone comes back.

This is our chance to be free.My brother always said he was opening a bar, and I hope to god he followed through.

She looks back, then comes over to me and kisses me on the lips softly. “I won’t forget. I’ll be back, I promise.” Her voice is soft and honest, and I don’t doubt her, but I also don’t know where we are. It could take her forever to get to New York and that’s if she makes it out alive.

We don’t know what’s behind that door, and all we can do is hope.

She’s been the lightness in my dark, and I hope to fucking god she makes it back with help because I don’t think I can do this alone again.

Chapter27

Frankie

Ihear Tony shout at me from his office as I duck the punch being thrown my way and land an undercut that's so sweet it gives me a toothache.

I watch as Stan’s head flies back and the blood spurts from his mouth. He spits his guard out. “Mother fucker,” he grumbles.

“I’ve told you before, Stan, you need to be more defensive,” I say laughing as I step out the ring.

“Frankie,” Tony bellows.

“I’m coming. I heard you!” I yell back. “Okay, so where’s the fucking fire,” I ask entering his office and looking around as I place my hands on my hips.

“Drop the sarcasm, Frankie, I ain’t in the fucking mood for it.” He shakes his head. “The job’s on tonight,” he tells me, sliding the paperwork over to me on the desk.

“As usual, memorize it, and hand it back.” He taps the top of the file with his finger.

“I got it,” I tell him as I snatch the document up. I laugh. “Fuck me, these Irish brothers ain’t that fucking lucky, are they?”

His brow rises. “Be serious, Frankie.”

“I am. Both brothers getting on the wrong side of someone who wants them dead.” I widen my eyes and then chuckle.

“This needs to be clean and no making up your own rules like the last time.” He points his finger at me.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” I roll my eyes. “I’ll follow the instructions, and no one will see what happens.”

“I mean it, Frankie, no funny business. This needs to be clean … in and out.” He stares at me.

“Fine, I hear you,” I say as I sit on the chair opposite him. “But this is in an open bar, people are going to be around.” I look up.

He shurgs. “That’s where he’s going to be, and the boss wants this done tonight.”

“Right, but the boss also wants this done cleanly, so why don’t I just follow the guy home, where no one will be around, or better still let me watch him for a few days and see what his patterns are?” I ask.

“I don’t make these rules, sweetheart. I just follow them.” He raises his brow.

“Sure, but you must be able to tell him that it would make more sense to do it my way?” I dip my brows, confused at how someone can be so arrogant that they believe everything has to be done their way.

“Memorize the location, the target, and be ready,” he tells me.

“Fine. Do you have what I need so I can slip it in his drink, that would be the quickest and easiest way to end this?” I ask.

“I can get it. Any preference?” He looks up at me as I stand.

“Fucked if I care, it’s his funeral.” I smile and head out the door. “If it’s okay with you, I will need to go home and change. Gym clothes won’t cut it for the fancy bar you want be going to tonight,” I say sarcastically.

“Sure, but don’t be fucking long. I want you back here within the hour. I’m gonna drop you there myself.” He stands and follows me out the door.

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