Page 8 of Operation Wolf: Eli
“All right, all right,” I grumbled, rolling over to grab my cell off the nightstand. “Eli.”
“Ah, so he lives! For a while there, I thought maybe your plane had crashed, and you never made it back.”
“Nick.” I stifled a growl. I knew it wasn’t unreasonable for the capo to call me in the middle of the afternoon, but I wished his voice weren’t the first thing I had to hear when I woke up. “My apologies for not checking in.”
“Oh, don’t worry about that, sonny,” Nick replied jovially. “How was your trip to New York? Did you get to see the sights?”
“It was good, sir,” I declared politely. “A beautiful wedding.”
“Well, that’s just nice.” Nick cleared his throat. “Look, I know that you technically still have the day off, but would you do me a favor and get that slugabed roommate of yours up and bring him with you down to the Green Mill at seven o’clock? I’ve got a job for the both of you.”
Dread filled me, even as my inner beast stirred in excitement at the prospect of more bloodshed. Ever since the Outfit had decided to make me an enforcer, it had been harder and harder to control my animal. The wolf within me always strained to be at the forefront during bloodshed, and more than a few times, I’d ended up savaging or killing targets. My reputation had earned me the nickname The Beast on the streets, and I was now one of the most feared enforcers in the Outfit.
“Do I need to bring anything special with me?” I asked carefully, trying to get more information about the job out of Nick.
“Oh no, don’t worry about any of that,” Nick said with another laugh. “I’m not sending you boys out for that tonight.”
“You’re not?” I asked, relief sweeping through me at the thought.
“Nope. You boys are going to pick up a package instead.”
