Page 121 of Menace

Carlos swiped his hands over his face, pushing his hair back. When had it become so damned difficult to keep his business running smoothly?

With everything that was going on he still had to deal with Carmella. He should have her taken care of. She was causing more and more trouble lately.

She was a liability. A liability that could cost them everything they had sacrificed and worked for. He couldn’t allow that to happen.

He had married her mother not because he wanted her but for what she had brought into the marriage, her father’s business in Colombia. Carlos and Jorge had taken over and eliminated those who dared to question the takeover. Maria had been unstable at the best of times and over the years she deteriorated until he had to have her committed to a sanatorium in Mexico.

Far from her father’s people who would have helped her escape.

She died there, a raving lunatic.

Maybe it was time for Carmella to disappear behind those walls as well.

Closing his eyes he made the call that would start the process. Once done he walked over to the small table containing a carafe of brandy and poured a small amount in the bottom of a crystal glass. He sipped then tipped it up and swallowed the burning liquid. Setting the empty glass down with a sigh he returned to his chair.

He had done what he had to do.

Saved the business he had sacrificed so much for. A bitch wasn’t going to ruin it.

He wouldn’t allow it.

Pablo

How dare those old men think they could manipulate him?

He was the future of Los Rojos and it was time they showed him some respect, gave him some responsibility. He had plans, big plans. He needed Joaquin here, beside him. He was the only one who made the voices stop, who kept them from taking over.

“Pablo.”

He stopped walking and turned to the weak asshole who had stepped out into the corridor.

“What do you want?”

“I want to make a deal, with you. Your uncle and father aren’t taking what I’m saying seriously. I know you’re not like them. You will do what has to be done.” He tried to sound forceful but all Pablo heard was the whining of a weak privileged son.

“Speak.”

“I want Guiliana. I will help you rescue your son. Free him from the bikers. In return all I want is for you to kill the monstrous mistake my sister made. It has to die before I take her home. It can’t be allowed to live. It is not a Salvatore but an abomination.”

How in the hell had no one noticed the bastard was fixated on his sister. The only reason he wanted the child to die was because it wasn’t his.

But then, it wasn’t any of Pablo’s business.

His business was finding and rescuing his own son.

“How do you think the two of us are going to find and rescue him? The biker compound is almost impenetrable. They have cameras, patrols and alarms everywhere.” He was curious to see what his plan was.

The bastard smiled as if he had all the answers.

“We have a weapon on our side. Carmella can walk into the compound easily. She’s done it before and can do it again. Once she’s inside she plants the small incendiary devices I’ll give her. It creates a distraction and we breech their perimeter and take Joaquin.”

Pablo wanted to laugh. It was fucking unbelievable. The bastard really thought they would get in with his crazy cousin as bait.

“Why would Carmella walk in there? She took the woman and child, they will lock her up and kill her.”

Salvatore gave a sly grin. “They won’t because Boudreaux won’t let them. She said she has him eating out of the palm of her hand. She assured me he will do what she wants him to do.”

He shrugged and fussed with his suit, settling it around his shoulders.

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