Page 43 of Memento Mori
“No, he didn’t.”
“From what I could find out, your father started something called the Commission over thirty years ago. It involved all the heads of all the major crime families.”
“All of them?”
I responded with a nod. “The Mafia, the Camorra, the Irish Mob, Yakuza, and the Bratva.”
“What the hell was he thinking?” He ran his hand through his thick dark strands. “And why didn’t he tell me about it?”
“I don’t know, but...”
FBI! Search warrant! Everybody put your hands up!
“Shit!” Tony’s voice echoed as we heard the shouts from downstairs and the thudding of footsteps on the grand staircase. We scrambled out of the bed. “Get dressed.”
I locked down my computer, entering security measures in case it was seized by the FBI. It was impossible for anyone to bypass the firewalls and traps securing my information. Information no one needed to see. It would not only comprise my husband, but Abasi as well. If by chance anyone could get past the firewalls, then everything would automatically be wiped clean.
“FBI!” someone yelled, banging on our bedroom door. “We have a search warrant! Open the fucking door or we’re going to break it down!”
“Don’t say anything,” Tony ordered.
“Like I would,” I snapped.
I knew the drill. I wouldn’t be stupid enough to talk to anyone. Just as he pulled up his boxer briefs and slacks, the door swung open and slammed into the wall, denting the drywall.
While slipping into my skinny jeans, I caught Agent Grasso’s intense gaze on me.
“Could you please give my wife some goddamn privacy!” Tony screamed while trying to stop Agent Grasso from perusing my body. Of course, he wouldn’t give me any privacy. He enjoyed the view too much and getting a rise out of Tony.
“We could... but no.” With a smirk, Agent Grasso took a deep breath and exhaled. “I quite like the view and the smell.”
As he licked his lips, I hastily covered my chest with my tank top and grabbed Tony’s arm to prevent him from approaching the agent.
“You, motherfucker!” Tony shouted.
“Let it go, my love.” I embraced him, and he drew me closer, kissing my temple. “He’s not worth it.”
“Warrant?” Tony shouted, his eyes fixed on the agents who were rummaging through our bedroom, taking away random items, including my laptop.
Agent Grasso sauntered up to Antonio and pushed the folded piece of paper into Tony’s chest. “You wanted your search warrant.” He leaned in, only inches separating the two. “Now you’ve got it, plus an arrest warrant to add to it.”
Tony’s gaze never wavered from Agent Grasso even as another agent pulled his hands behind his back and cuffed him.
“I’m going to bring you and your entire family down motherfucker,” he growled at Tony.
Alessandro came into the room, anger marring his face. While maintaining eye contact with Agent Grasso, he walked up to Tony and whispered in his ear. Tony grunted.
Alessandro stood next to me, and Tony looked over his shoulder. With a small smile, I mouthed that I was fine to ease his worries.Even while being arrested, he was still worried about me. After nodding, he was pushed out the door by the agent.
“I’ve called Chan and Mr. Donaldson. He can handle everything until she gets here,” Alessandro said.
“I want to go to the police station,” I said.
“Let’s wait until they clear out then we’ll go.” Despite my intentions to protest, Alessandro expressed his disagreement by shaking his head. “There’s nothing you can do there, Aaliyah. We need to keep an eye on what they’re doing here.”
I sighed. “You’re right.”
“Of course, I am,” he replied with a smile although it didn’t reach his eyes.
