Page 11 of Waiting Game

It was one of the reasons that I loved my job so much.

There was never a dull moment, never a moment to sit and wallow about my own life when I was surrounded by so many who were suffering.

On my drive to the airport, I considered turning around and going home.

It all felt like too much. But I knew that I was just being a coward. I knew that I would not be able to avoid confrontation with my mother. I knew that I would be pestered by Antoni to come home.

I knew that all the family elders would be at the wedding, shooting me looks and passing around whispers about the girl who betrayed them all.

But I got on the plane anyway.

I held my breath as we ascended into the air.

I was scared.

Not of flying.

But of the place I was flying to.

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Chapter 3

Ren

“Come on, princess,” Dimitri chuckled as he pulled a limp body from the trunk of his car.

The guy’s hands were bound behind his back with a thick zip-tie, and he struggled against the binding. Angel opened the door to the little cabin as Dimitri and I dragged him inside.

“You’re late,” Antoni said from inside, leaning against the door frame.

“Sorry, boss,” Dimitri grunted as we heaved the heavy man into the shack.

“Doesn’t matter,” Antoni shrugged, checking his watch, “we’ll just leave him here with his thoughts for a little while.”

We dropped the bloke onto the chair, and Angel pulled out some fresh rope to secure him in place. Our minor feud with the Redline Angels had escalated into a major one. It was getting messier by the day.

The Santino’s had been in control of all of the organised criminal activity in Melbourne for decades, and these guys were getting cocky. They had taken out many of our men, murdered our suppliers, and burned down a few of our drop houses.

If we didn’t get a hold on things soon, the police surely would.

Though The Family had connections all throughout the police departments, they could only let things go for so long. We couldn’t go anywhere lately without the sound of motorbikes in the distance, watching us and tracking our movements.

They were ruthless, but their arrogance made them weak.

They were not afraid of The Family, and that was their first mistake.

“Not a great start to the night, hey Boss?” Dimitri asked as he switched the light off behind us, leaving the Redliner to sit in the dark.

“It’s fine,” Antoni shrugged, “we’ll come back for him tomorrow.”

Angel and Dimitri got into the car, and Antoni clapped me on the back.

“You okay?” he asked, “you know there’s a strict no-sulking rule at my bachelor party?”

I rolled my eyes and got into his car with him.

“So,” I cleared my throat as we pulled back onto the highway on our way back to the city, “are you excited?”

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