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)
The shit that had gone down at the club had been intense and wild, and although a few of their guys had been shot, no one was dead from their side.
The Gondalo crew on the other hand, was, and Angie, that crazy bitch, but God rest her soul, was now lying in the back office. She had been young and beautiful, and had grown up in the neighborhood. Truth was, Niklo had had a thing for her back in the day when he was young and dumb, but when she had gone after Joey he had shut those emotions down right away. Good thing, too, because she had gotten crazier as the years went on.
But even though she had been off the hinge most of the time, and so fucking obsessed and possessive of Joey when she had been his side woman, he did feel sorry that she had been involved and lost her life.
The sound of the bullet landing in the metal tray was music to Niklo’s ears. “About fucking time,” he said on a slur, the whiskey hitting the spot but not numbing the pain enough. He was a tough man, prided himself on that, but fuck, a bullet lodged in anyone’s body was going to bring the biggest, toughest man down.
“Don’t be a pussy.”
Dr. Lucoma was an old as fuck physician that had been working in the neighborhood, and with the Bacellis, for a long-ass time. Niklo looked over his shoulder at him, saw the doctor take a long swig from his silver flask that Niklo knew was filled with scotch, and then grabbed his Cuban cigar. The puff of smoke that came from the old fuck was thick and heavy.
“You are one grumpy asshole, you know that?” Niklo said, and took a drink from his own bottle.
“I might be a grumpy asshole, but I’m damn good at what I do, and have been taking care of your stubborn, accident-prone ass for the last thirty-two years since I pulled you out of your mother.”
Niklo started chuckling and faced forward again. Joey had gone back to his apartment in the city to be with Marra, Little Johnny had gotten patched up and headed home with some scantily clad stripper in tow, and Alex was sitting across from Niklo smoking a joint and staring at the bandage that was turning red on his bicep.
After the shootout where all of Carlos’ men in the house had been taken down, including that little fucker, the cleaners had come and taken care of the bodies. Luciano had been in attendance, and Niklo could only imagine the twisted things the man would come up with to get rid of all of that flesh and bone.
But the cops had been called, as expected, by someone in the rundown neighborhood. That was surprising, too, because for as shitty as Chawston had been it had to be one of the strippers that had escaped because no fucking way a junkie would have called.
But despite the death that the police would have to muck around in, nothing would come back to them. They always made sure that if something couldn’t be cleaned up afterwards, they were still safe from prosecution. Black-market weapons, people on the police force paid to steer things away from the Bacellis, and other tactics were always used to protect the family.
“I want to get so fucking trashed that I can’t even walk straight,” Alex said and stared at Niklo. He brought the bottle of alcohol he was drinking up to his mouth and took a long sip.
Yeah, Niklo was feeling that way right about now, too.
“Hey, what ever happened to Saneyea?”
Just hearing that name had everything inside of Niklo moving to the past. He may have wanted Angie at one time, but when he had met Saneyea ten years ago, a lot of shit had shifted inside of him. “Man, that’s in the past. I guess you weren’t updated on all that.”
Alex shook his head. “You going to tell me?”
“Keep it clean and covered for the next couple of days,” the doctor said, handed Niklo a bottle of narcotics, and headed out of the room.
Once the doc left Alex stood and walked over to Niklo, handed him the joint, and then leaned against the wall. Niklo took a long inhale, not really into smoking pot, but right now he was amped up about the Gondalo shit going down, and then about Alex bringing up Saneyea.
“I have a feeling there is bad blood there?” Alex said and took back the joint. “I mean last I heard, which was ages ago and right before I went in, was that you and Saneyea were getting hot and heavy.” Alex took a hit, kept the smoke in for a few seconds, and then exhaled. The smoke billowed around his face for a second before dispersing.