Page 37 of Forgetting the Enemy
“Figure it out. Oh, and by the way, I’m sending Sainte with you,” I reply and disconnect the phone. I open my text messages and quickly send him Hawk’s information.
I send another text, this time to Ricco.
What’s my brother doing?
He quickly replies:
I have no idea. Would you like me to find out?
Well, yeah. I would think that’s obvious, but I reply anyway.
Yes, tell him I need to see him.
Will do, boss.
I lean back in my chair and take a minute to enjoy the quiet. My head is pounding. I rub my fingers against my temples, hoping to relieve the tension that is building there. I look at the clock on the wall. 4:00 p.m. Shit, where does the day go? With everything that has happened today…dealing with Vince and his visit, Zaira—need I say more about her—Ice getting arrested, how much more can a man take?
Fuck.
I came so close to bending her over my desk this afternoon. I swear if she begged one more time, I would have done it and then dealt with the consequences later. But I’m already fucking with her. I mean hell, the girl believes I am her fiancé, and she’s fucking happy about it. I shake my head. It’s what I wanted, but shit, it doesn’t make me feel any better about how I got her there.
I need to keep my distance from her until she gets her memory back. Then all restraint is off limits. She will know exactly who I am and exactly who she’s fucking. But then again, once she knows who I am, she may never want to see me again. Is it worth the risk?
A knock at the door jars me from all the bullshit I’m contemplating. “Come in.”
The door opens, and in walks Alex and Ricco. “You wanted to see me?” Alex asks as he boldly comes into my office and plops his ass down in one of the chairs across from my desk.
Ricco turns to leave.
“Ricco, stay,” I say, gesturing for him to take the other chair.
He sits, and they both look at me intently.
“Any blowback yet on the Bonita hit?” I ask.
“Nothing that I know of, Mikey,” Alex says and turns toward Ricco. “You hear anything?”
“No, nothing. It’s too quiet.”
“I agree,” I reply. “It’s been two fucking days. Alberto’s death is all over the papers, and nothing. Something’s not right.”
“Do you think any of the Bonitas are planning something, or are you more concerned about the other New York families?” Alex asks.
“Good question. I think if we’re gonna get hit, we’ll be hit from all sides,” I reply.
“What are ya gonna do?” Alex asks.
“Another good question,” I say. “Any suggestions?”
The both look at each other dumfounded. Guess that answers my question.
“I think it might be time to set a meeting with the other families. Make sure Vince is there, and I think Pop should be there too.”
“I think you’re right,” Alex says.
“We need the other families to know the hit was requested by Vince and that he is turning his family over to the Vitalis.”
“When are you planning on doing it?”
