Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 37273 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 186(@200wpm)___ 149(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37273 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 186(@200wpm)___ 149(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
“You motherfucker. I’m going to like taking your life, and basking in your empire.” Carlos held the knife high, and grinned.
The blood was steadily falling from Joey’s neck, and although it wasn’t an immediate life threatening wound, he was growing weak from the blood loss. Before he could shove Carlos off of him and reach for the gun that was just a few feet away, a shot was fired, and blood started spilling from Carlos’ mouth.
The knife fell from his hand, and Joey kicked him off. Carlos fell to the ground, started clawing at his back where the bullet most likely was, and groaned out.
Joey looked down as Carlos held his hand out, and felt the heavy weight of the gun one of his guys gave him. “Niklo, this piece of shit claims Marco had a girlfriend on the side, and that he is our half-brother.”
“I have one brother, and his name ain’t Carlos,” Niklo said.
“I agree.” Joey pointed the gun and shot Carlos in the stomach. The man howled in pain. He pointed the gun at Carlos’s leg, fired off a shot, and then did the same to his arms, and shoulders. “I run my fucking family, and my empire doesn’t belong to a man that threatens to kill women, or the likes of you thinking you can place claim on any of what’s mine.”
Carlos lifted a hand, and Joey shot the asshole right between the eyes. The gunfire had stilled, the silence filled the room, and then Niklo and Alex were stepping up beside him. Niklo held out his hand, and Joey took it and picked himself off the ground. Alex handed him a rag, and he pressed it to his neck. A look around the club showed a lot of Gondalo dead bodies.
There were about five more of his guys stepping over corpses, some of his men shot in the arm or leg, but all standing. He looked at Niklo, saw his brother holding his shoulder, and cursed. “Fuck, Niklo.”
His brother shrugged off the concern. “Flesh wound, nothing more.”
Joey nodded, and then went over to where Kelly and Angie were crouched behind the booth. “Give me that fucking thing.” He snatched the gun out of Angie’s hand, and stuck it in the waistband of his pants behind his back. “What the fuck was that about?”
“You fucking cocksucking bastard.” Angie flew at him, her red painted nails aimed at him like claws. He caught her hand before her nails clawed his fucking face off. “You’ve been screwing some little tramp behind my back this whole time. I’m going to kick your ass and then beat her into the ground.”
“Calm the hell down, Angie.” He turned her so her back was to his chest, and he had her arms behind her back. “Calm. Down.” And then the sound of a shot firing had everyone shouting. One of the Gondalo bastards was standing, a bullet hole in his chest, but his arm straight and his gun pointed right at Joey.
Little Johnny stepped up right behind the fucker, pointed his gun at his head, and blew his brains out. The guy fell to the ground, but it was the gasping, gurgling sound that came from Angie.
“Oh shit, she’s shot,” Alex said.
Joey set her on the ground and cursed. “Goddammit, Angie. You should have stayed away.” She may have been a pain in the ass, and a possessive psycho at times, but shit, he had never wanted to see her like this. The guys stayed back as he held her. The blood was pooling underneath her, covering his legs, and smelling metallic. The bullet hole was in her chest, and Joey knew the fucker had been aiming for him, hoping to kill him, too. But clearly the bullet was lodged inside of her, and here she was dying in his arms.
“Joey,” she gurgled out, and blood sprayed from her mouth. And then right in front of him the life left her. He looked at her, staring at her lifeless eyes watching him back.
“We need to get out of here,” Little Johnny said and stepped up beside the guys. “The cleaners are here, and I am sure the cops will be showing up soon.”
“They’ll get anything that might lead them back to us out of here,” Alex said. “I got the woman, but we have to go, Boss.”
Joey nodded, but before he could take Angie, Alex was lifting her out of his arms. Niklo had Kelly tossed over his shoulder and stared at Joey pointedly.
“It’s time to go, brother. Marra needs you.” Niklo’s words penetrated his foggy brain and heavy body, and he nodded.
Marra. His woman.
“Let’s go.” And he led his men out of there just as Luciano and his crew walked in.
17
Niklo sat at the table nursing a bottle of whiskey and grimacing as the back alley doctor that came to help out in these situations pulled the bullet out of his shoulder.