Page 80 of Dirty Behavior

He's always been bold, never taking any shit and always the first one to raise his weapon if he felt the extra muscle was needed.

Sesto had never been afraid to get dirty, he never shrunk into the shadows, trying to shy away from a bad situation. But this was different.

Right then, I saw a different determination on his face, and I was glad to have him on my side.

“Seriously? You leave a fucking gangster, you come out a fucking assassin. Who are you and what did you do with my brother?”

“Knock it off and stop pussy footing around, let's go.” Waving me in, he held open the fence.

Squeezing through the hole, Sesto was right behind me. We stayed in the deepest shadows, stealthily making our way to the door.

The lookouts on the roof weren't any help to Remo now. One of their arms was hanging over the side, twitching from whatever nerves were still firing off as his body slowly crumbled around him.

I shouldn't have been so intoxicated with the power that taking a man's life could give you, but I was. It was the worst type of drug you could take, holding your brain and making you giddy. It's fucked up, it's horrible, but that was the truth.

And it never got old.

My skin was a flurry of tingles, each one prickling up and making the adrenaline feel just as good as getting off. It was a fucking rush.

Sesto's hands felt all over the door, looking for a crack in the armor. “Shit, I don't know—”

“I got this, move.”

Stepping out of the way, Sesto fanned out his arm, welcoming me in. “Be my guest, but are you sure you can get that?”

Winking, I smiled at my brother. “Are you seriously asking me that?”

Clink.

“We're in.”

“Well ain't that some shit, nice.” Patting the top of my head, he rustled my hair.

“Don't do that.” Peeling the door open, I said, “Come on, no time to fuck around.”

The two of us slipped into the dark and empty hall, eyes popped open, trying to adjust to the low lighting.

Sesto leaned into my ear and whispered. “I think we should go that way.” His eyes flicked to the left, finger out straight.

“When was the last time you were in here?”

“Fuck, I don't know, before the bust.”

“Exactly, follow me.”

Taking soft steps, I lead us in the direction of Remo's office. This building was a fucking maze of halls and turns, rooms and inlets. It was an old factory that to the outside observer, appeared like a normal shipping yard.

But it was far from normal.

Over the years, Remo and my father had made connections overseas. We had so much stolen freight carted here, it was insane. Between the barges of black market goods and the shit we lifted off stolen trucks, we had built our own underground Macy's empire.

“His office is up this way now.” Turning the corner, I heard a loud thunk, followed by a deep grunt. Spinning on the balls of my toes, Sesto was on his back, knocked out cold.

A thin trail of blood was trickling out from under his head, pooling around his shoulders. Snapping my neck, I looked around, but there was no one.

The hall was still quiet and empty. I couldn't figure out what the hell happened.

Fuck! What the hell happened?

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