Page 11 of Vanished in Vegas

“You got it, Boss,” he said, walking across the garage. He looked at me. “Want me to–”

“Send in Vincent. It’s time he earned his keep.” Eddie grinned at my words, opened the door, and left. “Now where were we Manny?”

“Hoping you’d let me go, Boss,” Manny whispered.

“Not a chance in hell,” I groaned. “How many women did you dispose of?”

“A few– Just a few.”

“How many!” My voice boomed throughout the garage.

“Fifty.”

His confession made my stomach knot. Fifty women had lost their lives. If only I hadn’t gone to the wedding. I could have prevented it.

“You killed fifty women in two days?” I gritted through clenched teeth. “Fifty fucking women!”

“It wasn’t supposed to be. Was just supposed to be a woman or two, but for one-hundred K, I got a truck full, which was fifty.”

“You’re un-fucking-believable. A real piece of shit. You know that right?” I turned and faced him. He lowered his eyes to the floor.

“I’ve been a sick fuck for a long time,” he admitted softly.

“You’re going to give me information on Tino and then I’m sending you to meet the man upstairs. Understood?”

“I can– I can change. I swear.”

“There’s no changing a sick fuck like you,” Flint muttered. Manny glanced over at Flint. He looked like he wanted to say something to Flint, but kept his mouth shut.

“You want to know how to hit Tino hard?” Manny asked, turning his attention back to me. I nodded my head. “He has a niece arriving from Jersey. You can use her to get to him. If she comes up missing, he will–”

“Why the fuck would I want to kidnap a woman? Did Eddie hit you so hard that you forgot why the fuck you’re here? I don’t fucking hurt women!”

“Not hurt her,” he shook his head. “Just take her. His brother will take care of the rest if you make it look like Tino hurt her.”

“I’m not taking advice from a sick fuck prick like you.”

“Or use her to get Tino to do anything you command of him.”

“Shut the–” Flint growled, but I held my hand up.

Manny’s words piqued my interest. Tino had his paws on a few casinos I wanted. So using the niece as leverage could work to my advantage. However, at the end of the day, what I really wanted was the fucker dead. But how the hell was I going to kidnap the niece without bringing heat to my front door from the brother in New Jersey, who worked for De Santis?

Ah. I could tip off the sharks– De Santis and the brother– for Tino’s role in the fifty women being murdered.

“Command him, eh?” I smirked, deciding to worry about the details of the plan later. “There are a few things I could think of. I could always return her later.”

“Could make her work for you, Boss,” Flint suggested.

“Make her work for me?” I groaned, looking at him like he lost his fucking mind.

Flint had been with me for a while. He knew my rules and knew how I felt about prostitution. There was no way in hell I’d kidnap a woman and make her a sex slave.

“Yeah. Why not? I mean, be kinda nice to work with a chick for once, Boss,” Flint shrugged. “She could handle the issues we have with women since we can’t hurt no woman.”

“Oh,” I chuckled. “So, not a call girl?”

“What? Never,” Flint shook his head. “Boss, that’s not how we roll.”

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