Page 53 of Shackled By the Mafia Boss

I clench my fist, my jaw clenched from all the rage boiling inside me as I stare over the city through the glass wall in my bedroom.

New York is enchanting after dark. Even under a starless sky, with no moonlight above, the city's towering skyscrapers illuminate the night. Cars race down the streets and the city roars with distant music and jets flying overhead.

Yet, someone’s blood will be spilled tonight.

I relish the chaos I’m about to throw the city into. The headlines when the news reaches the media of ADA Rodriguez’s gruesome murder as he was trying to solve the Hell’s Kitchen’s murder cases, make me smile.

Of course, they’ll sympathize with him and his family and chant for justice. But none of them will thank me and quite frankly, I don’t need to be thanked. I’ll have my fill knowing I rid the world of a bastard whose only achievement were to be a pet for a man like Victor Valentes and bully an innocent woman at work, just for the fun of it.

For her own safety, I’ve been keeping an eye on Jane since she received the threatening message. Victor might think he is ahead but I’ve been in this city a lot longer than he has.

I have a few people in the police department who work for me. Jane doesn’t know it, but that whole thing about investigations into my businesses and the sudden search and seizure, were all part of my plan to curb the suspicions levelled against me for the murders in Hells Kitchen.

I’ve made Victor feel like he has me right where he wanted, he won’t make a move until I am ready to attack.

“What do we do with him, Boss?” Antonio asks over the phone. “I’ll take him out if you want me to.”

“Find out where the fucker is and bring him to me. I’ll take him out myself.” And I swear it won’t be pretty.

“Yes, Chief.”

He hangs up and I spend the next hour standing in the same spot, staring out my window and swirling the whiskey in my glass.

Jane won’t know of anything that happens tonight. She won’t know I’m taking Rodriguez out because he dared to make her cry. No one is allowed to make my woman angry and the only time she’s allowed to cry is when I’m deep inside of her.

My chest jumps a little when Antonio’s call comes in again. “He’s here with me, Chief.”

“Don’t touch him, I’m on my way.”

I hang up and empty the whiskey in one swallow. Walking through the room, I grab a pair of black, latex gloves from the drawer in my closet, put on my signet rings—the ones with the sharpest edges, and hurry to the parking lot.

Different colors and models of cars line either side of my garage. I have one for each and every event, but a black Lamborghini fits tonight’s outing.

The headlights of my Veneno Roadster flash when I press a button on the key fob. The door lifts and I hop in, bringing the engine to life and steering the car from the garage.

Assassinoblares through the speakers as I speed the car to one of the warehouses in Hell’s Kitchen.

It’s almost an hour later when I arrive. Parking my car a few feet away from the lit tent behind the warehouse building, I head inside.

Rodriguez is tied to a chair in the middle of the room. I can tell from the bruises on his face he didn’t make it easy for theboys when they brought him here. It would be suspicious if he did, the fucker is probably more stubborn than a mule.

Antonio’s knuckles are red. I tap him on the shoulder. “Come on, you didn’t have to hit him that hard. He is a friend of ours.”

Antonio growls. “The fucker deserved it.”

“I know he did.” There’s twelve of my men in this room, all twelve of them have pure disgust and murder in their eyes.

They’re like hyenas staring at a fresh carcass, thirsty for its blood and hungry to tear it’s flesh.

Rodriguez can’t begin to imagine all the things they would do to him if I allowed it. But, he’s mine.

“Look who we have here,” I say with a smile. “If it isn’t Rodriguez Valentes.”

He glares at me, scowling so hard I’m sure it must hurt. Too bad, because I’m actually, really excited to see him.

“What do you want from me?”

One of the boys offers me a stool. I position it in front of Rodriguez and sit, crossing my legs and facing him. “Good question.” I tap my jaw, pretending I don’t already have all the things I want to get from him, and do to him, figured out. “How about I ask the questions here, seeing as you’re, well, tied up?”

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