Page 80 of The Broken Queen
Kingston drove, but Gio sat in the back and had still refused to speak to me. Scotty had given me a location near the docks to arrive and then at the last minute changed it to a small eatery near an underpass. I wasn’t sure why he changed it, but it didn’t matter. El Peligro was all over the city, and when Gio had texted them the new address, they’d already scoped it out. There were five men watching for threats, stationed around the property. No sign of Scotty.
I flipped the vent for the car and changed the temperature, so cooler air blew out.
“Why are you wearing such a thick coat?” Kingston asked. I wore a dress with tights and tall heels under a long, heavy dress coat. The outfit was long sleeved, and the tights were fur- lined, so I didn’t need the coat, but they didn’t know that.
I glanced out the window. “Just cold.”
“Yet, you’re blasting the AC; makes perfect sense,” Gio mused from behind me.
“What did you find out about this guy?” King directed his question to Gio via the rearview mirror.
Gio shifted in the back. “Fernando Vissimo. He has prostitution charges that never stuck, but a few reports of women who claimed he tried to kill them.” His voice became high… “He’s a big player for his father’s organization…which has recently gained power after aligning with the Mariano fortune.”
So, this man was already an ally of Markos then.
“What’s your plan, Elvis?” Gio asked while leaning closer.
“I just want to see where this leads. If I manage to convince Fernando that I’d be a good option for marriage, then it would allow me to get closer to Markos again. I need a way to be able to access him again.”
Gio began muttering something in the back, but we had arrived. The small restaurant wasn’t more than a shack lit up with fluorescent lights. The parking lot, however, was massive, and only one lone light illuminated the dark sky. It made it practically perfect for our first meeting. I was able to see the five men gathered in front of a similar looking SUV to what we were driving.
“I need you both to trust me. I know what I am doing, and I am begging you to stay put.”
Kingston glared over at Gio, who had clenched his jaw so tight he looked like he was chewing on glass.
Unbuckling, I clarified before I got out, “Your men are watching the Vissimo crew?”
“They are,” Kingston promised.
I gave him a solemn nod. “Trust me.”
He nodded while I exited the car. It remained running behind me while I walked toward a group of men. Small pieces of loose gravel echoed under my heels as I walked over.
In the center was a man that was in his twenties, with dark hair, who watched me like a toddler watched a piece of candy being dangled in front of him. The other men were tall, burly, and looked bored.
“Presley James?”
I smiled brightly, showing my freshly shaded lips and white teeth as I approached. “Hi!”
Fernando looked excited and even took a few steps forward when he began muttering to his men in Italian. He was talking about my body, and how he wanted to use it later, and even explained he’dshare with one of the men. I’d planned my steps prior to even arriving, but his words only made it easier.
“I’m so excited that we were able to set this up!” Fernando called, getting closer.
When I was within fifty feet or so, I began unbuttoning my coat. He remained oblivious to my intentions until it was too late. From the lining, I pulled up two automatic assault rifles and began shooting.
The men were so caught off guard, they didn’t have time to pull out their weapons.
This was a lesson I had learned from Scotty, and how fitting that I was able to put it to use on an alliance he’d set up.
All five of them were down within seconds. Someone in the car began driving away, peeling out of the parking lot, but the twins did the same and cut them off by ramming our car into theirs. Fernando’s car flipped, and then Gio was out, walking with his hands wrapped around a hand gun, ensuring whoever was driving wasn’t alive any longer.
In my five-inch-high heels, I sauntered over to Fernando and pulled out the note I had written. Grabbing the staple gun I had stolen from Kingston’s work table in the barn, I secured the note to his forehead.
Scotty,
Cheers to another great alliance.
