27

Vincent Mario Giovanni

"Come fai a sapere che i russi la prese?"

[How do you know the Russians took her]

He takes out his phone and shows me a video of Juliet tied up on a chair, half-naked, kicking and screaming, but she wasn't crying, which means she was angry, pissed.

The camera turns and (Russian name) is in full view, the new Russian mafia boss, he smirks into the camera before he lets out a laugh.

"Mario, U nas yestʹ Avaya devushka zdesʹ, i vy znayete, kak my, Rossiya , ukhazhivayem za nashimi zhenshchinami," he chuckles evilly, "If you want her back, you have to give me Kira.

[Mario, we have your girl here and you know how we Russians look after our women]

"Kira?"

"You have 24 hours, and he makes a gun with his fingers and points it to his head and makes a pow sound and the video ends.

I look at my brother and he's already looking at me.

"E no, non lo diamo Kira, ok, è il mio fidanzato," he argues.

[And no, we are not giving him Kira, okay, that's my fiancé]

"I never said anything about handing Kira over, but I'm intrigued, why do they want her?"

My brother looks away and sighs, " I don't know, I honestly don't know."

I sigh, my brother is a fucking idiot.

"Seriously Angelo, you don't see that Kira is using you for money and she's probably selling our secrets too," I say furiously.

"Come to fosse Juliet?"

[Like Juliet was?]

That was a low blow.

"Fanculo! Sai che Juliet stava solo facendo il suo lavoro e non lo sapevi neanche, quindi non metterlo tutto su di me, in questo momento, ha bisogno del nostro aiuto, è o sei con me o non sei e se non sei, stai lontano dalla mia strada e chiudi il cazzo."

[Fuck you, you know Juliet was just doing her job and you didn't know either, so don't put this all on me, right now, she needs our help, it's either you're with me or you're not and if you aren't, stay out of my way and shut the fuck up.]

I throw his phone back at him and he catches it, I pass him and down to my room, I open the closet and take out an overnight bag and a briefcase, I didn't think I'd have to start doing these missions again, it's been a while, this is Gio's job, he's the best but I have to go in this time.

I change my clothes, putting on my black cargo pants, combat boot, polo neck shirt and black gloves, I put on my gun carrier and slip a knife into my boot and put on another gun carrier on my left leg, I pick up my bags and walk back into the dining room.

"You're seriously not going there alone, are you?"

I open the door, "You coming with me or not?"

He sighs, I don't think he has much of a choice now.

He walks past me and out the door and I walk out and lock the door behind me. We walked down the parking lot and looked over at Angelo's car, he brought the SUV, perfect.

"Give me the keys."

Angelo looks at me, "Fuck no, you're not driving my car."

I turned and looked at him, and lifted an eyebrow, knowing full well that he couldn't challenge me.

He mumbles profanities, taking his keys out of his pocket and handing them to me. I walk to the driver's side and unlock the car, I get and throw my bags in the back seat, and my brother jumps in and puts his seatbelt on, making sure that it's secure.

I start the engine and drive out of the apartment complex at high speed, knocking over a few trash bins.

"Seriamente Mario ti uccide per guidare come una persona normale," my brother scolds, gripping onto his seatbelt.

[Seriously Mario does it kill you to drive like a normal person]

Yes, it does, I step on the gas, trying to beat the red light and I make it in time, getting a few angry honks from other drivers, my adrenaline has kicked in and I know the speed I'm going at, we'll be at the location in 10 minutes.

I can't believe they took her; they dared to kidnap my woman; they have another thing coming. The more I thought about it, the angrier I got, and the faster I drove, I felt my brother's handgrip on my shirt, looked over at him and the fear in his eyes was enough to slow me down.

"I'm sorry Angelo,"

He pats my shoulder and sighs, "I get it, Mario, you're worried about Juliet and what they could be doing to her, I would be worried too if Kira was in the same situation."

"Papà ha sempre detto che le donne erano la più grande debolezza degli uomini, pensavo che stesse scherzando, ma ora so cosa intende, sarebbe morto per mamma ma non poteva lasciarla abbattere lasciandoci, anche in morte mamma aveva ancora una presa," I tighten my grip on the steering wheel, "Juliet e non ho parlato da molto tempo ma continua a controllare ogni aspetto della mia vita e mi spaventa, Angelo."

[Dad always said that women were men's greatest weakness, I thought he was joking, but now I know what he means, he would have died for mama, but he couldn't leave let her down by leaving us, even in death mama still had a hold on him. Juliet and I haven't spoken in a long time but still, she controls every aspect of my life and it scares me, Angelo.]

"Lo so, ma devi controllarlo, altrimenti ti stranterà come ha fatto con Carmen. Nessuno ti incolpa per quello che è successo a lei, non mai i suoi genitori, ma non puoi lasciare che ciò accada di nuovo, devi controllare le tue emozioni."

[I know it does, but you have to control it, otherwise, it'll overpower you as it did with Carmen. Nobody blames you for what happened to her, not ever her parents but you can't let that happen again, you need to control your emotions.]

Carmen. May your soul rest in peace.

"I can't do it alone, brother," I confess.

"E tu non lo farai, I'm here and so is Gio. We'll never leave you nor forsake you, bros before hoes."

[And you won't]

I chuckle, "Bro's before hoes."

We park the car about one kilometre away from the warehouse, I take out my binoculars and survey the area, it's poorly guarded, with only two armed men at the entrance, unarmed, pathetic. I look on top of the building and there are two other men, armed.

"What do you see?" Angelo asks.

"Four men, two unarmed and two-armed, there are probably more inside, if we get past both men undetected, plus take out the men inside, we'll be back here in 30 minutes."

"Thirty minutes, are you sure?"

I roll my eyes, "This is why I don't take you anywhere, you need to trust me Angelo, and no questions, shoot first, questions later, alright?"

Angelo reaches into the backseat and takes the duffle bag and the briefcase, he opens the duffle bag and takes out an Uzi and a Beretta, I take the briefcase and take out my guns and place them into their individual holders, I take a pistol out and attach the silencer.

"You ready Angelo?"

"Let's go, we don't have time to waste," he opens the car door and jumps out, I say a little prayer and get out of the car.

We moved quickly and quietly to the warehouse, entering the gates, we hid behind a few barrels and aimed our guns at the guards.

"You take out the bottom and I'll work on the top," I command.

He nods and he takes aim, he fires two shots, taking both guards down, I aim for the one on the left side and fire, hitting him in the head, I watch as his body goes limp and falls, the other guards run to the fallen guard and I shot him, hitting him the neck and he falls.

"Good job Angelo,"

"Thanks." He smiles and he gets up but before he could make a move, a shot is fired from the building, Angelo ducks beside me, I look around the top of the building and see a third guard, barely behind a barrel, on the side of his head is visible from the side of the barrel, I take aim and wait for the perfect opportunity and –

"Angelo," I whisper harshly.

"You were taking too long," he says and gets up and walks towards the entrance of the warehouse, I get up and follow behind him.

"I forgot how great it felt to be behind the rifle," he chuckles, "But I love my knives."

I laugh, "That's why I don't take you out on missions, you sadist."

We get to the door and I draw my weapon, I signal for Angelo to do the same and he pulls out his gun and gives me a nod, I kick the door open and there are men seated around a round table, playing cards, they turn their heads and look at me and they draw their weapons, I assess the room for a brief second, eight men, four guns and three knives, each man seems to have two guns, this isn't a fair fight, for them of course, this is going to be some Deadpool scene.

Angelo and I stand shoulder to shoulder and start shooting, aiming for the head, they surround us and we end up back to back, shooting at them, more start coming out and I realise that this might not end well, the fight continues, I shoot at one of the men and he goes down before one shoot from behind him, missing my head by a mere inch, I raise my pistol and shoot at him, putting four bullets into his body before he drops to the ground.

"Mario, a little help," Angelo yells from behind me and I shoot at the one man that has a knife to his back, he drops dead, Angelo grabs the man and makes him face me and I fire two shots and he drops too.

"Thank you," Angelo says breathlessly, and he raises his finger and points to four more men coming out from another room.

"Shit," I take out another pistol from my pocket, "You're like a bunch of cockroaches, why won't you just die."

And I start shooting at them, but they aren't falling, they are wearing protective armour. I guess it's Angelo's turn to play with his knives.

"They are all yours, brother," I smirk, as I pull out a knife from my boot.

He pulls two blades out of his boots and my mouth drops, so he carries those around like that, this boy is deadly.

He runs towards them and swings his hand, cutting one of the men's throats and blood starts squirting out and onto his face, he swings his other hand back and stabs the second man in the abdomen and then from the bottom of his chin and through his mouth, he pulls the knife out and spins both blades in his hands, looking at the last two men like a hungry carnivore.

"If I were you, I would run," I smirk and they do but they make the fatal mistake of running towards him and he sticks the knives into their throats and they begin to gurgle, one-man coughs into Angelo's face, making him twist his blade and then he pulls out of both, and they drop with a thud.

"And you call me a psychopath," I laugh.

He wipes the blood off his face and rolls his eyes, "Shut up, let's go find her."

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