Page 131 of Forbidden Confessions: Vol. 2
Instantly, he stills.
“You okay?” I ask Kristi.
She gives me a shaky nod as she gets Sammie to her feet. The girl hugs her tight.
Everything is going to be all right now.
Well, until someone opens the hotel room’s door behind me, shoving me forward and sending me stumbling.
“What the fuck is going on?” Vincenzo demands.
Sal uses the commotion to break free from my hold and scramble for his gun. He’s still groping when Vincenzo crowds in and cocks his weapon. I’m sure he’s pointing it at my back.
This asshole knew Sal and Rudy were in the room—and said nothing. He let me traipse in, probably hoping I’d bite it.
Fuck that. I am not letting this dick-for-brains be the end of me, Kristi, or this op.
“The day I call you boss, asswipe, is the day I die,” Sal snarls, gun in hand again. “Drop it.”
Thanks to Paulie’s understudy, if I don’t think fast, my chances of living beyond the next thirty seconds are slim. Kristi and Sammie won’t last much longer after that. We’ve got one shot…
I meet my girl’s terrified gaze. “Remember, don’t be afraid, Red.”
She gives me a shaky nod. Does she recall me uttering those words a few hours ago? Does she understand that she’ll have to use my Glock to help us out of this mess?
“Shut up!” Sal demands. “Drop your gun or your girlfriend dies.”
Suddenly, Kristi heaves one of the bed pillows at Sal’s head. What the hell is she doing?
The unexpected projectile rattles him. He sputters and shoots it, sending feathers spewing everywhere.
And once they clear the air, she’s pointing the Glock I left right at him. Then she does one better and pulls the trigger.
God, I love this woman.
The night I met Kristi, I loved that she was my opposite. Soft, sweet, kind, considerate. She didn’t have a mean or sarcastic bone in her body. Besides having great tits, she had a big, open heart under them. She’s got a gentle sense of humor and a thoughtful way of looking at the world that makes me look differently at everything, even myself. What I didn’t know about her? When life gets rough, she womans up—and she does it right.
There’s a gaping hole in Sal’s middle. It hasn’t killed him outright…but if I leave him here, either the feds will find him or he’ll bleed out. I take his weapon from his hands, deciding I’m good either way.
“Son of a…” As Sal clutches his middle and falls to the carpet, Vincenzo seems totally shocked—and distracted.
I take advantage of the moment to whap the punk in the cheek with the butt of my gun. He grunts. I catch a fistful of his greasy hair with my free hand and pound him face-first into the nearby door with a thud.
Vincenzo crumples to a heap.
Smiling, I turn back to Sal and gesture to his gaping wound. “That must hurt like a bitch. It sucks to be you.” I shrug, then I divest all three mobsters of their cell phones and dump them in the toilet. “Come on, ladies. Let’s go.”
“What the fuck?” Sal chokes out. “You can’t just leave me.”
“I can. See, the feds are about to raid this place. I’m getting the fuck out and taking these two, along with the little boy Donzelli molested last night, with me.”
Kristi pales, and Sammie gasps in horror.
“That’s bullshit!” Sal chokes.
“I wish it was. But video of it is making the rounds. No one is going to lift a finger to work for Marco Donzelli then. Not that it will matter because his ass will be in prison. Yours, too—if you survive. Bye. Happy fuck off.”
I motion to the girls to follow. They do, staying behind me.
