Page 12 of Sexting His Son's Ex
I tilt my head in disbelief, knowing once a person lies, they always lie. It’s just human nature to want to protect yourself. I understand.
But I do not forgive.
“I don’t care if you will never do it again. The issue is, your word means nothing now. Which means you mean nothing.” I open his mouth, pinch his tongue, and pull it out.
My wicked ways get the best of me, and I put out my cigarette in the middle of his tongue, his screams pathetic and loud.
“You don’t deserve to speak,” I spit. “Kill him. Dump his body for the sharks. Take him out a ways. I want it to be awhile before his body is found.”
“No! No. No. Please,” He tries to say through a swollen tongue.
I turn my back and walk away. Do I like being ruthless? No. His family will receive payment, so they don’t struggle. I’ll never leave anyone out to dry when something isn’t their fault. Mistakes can’t be made in this business. Trust is earned but loyalty is immediate when someone agrees to work for me.
My phone buzzes from Terrance, Lorenzo’s second.
“What?” I answer just as the gunshot shakes the air.
I open the door, the salt from the ocean relaxing me as soon as I inhale. The seagulls chirp and fly over my head. My driver steps out of the vehicle and opens the back door for me.
“You have another delivery, Mr. Salvati.”
“What is it?”
“Flowers, Mr. Salvati.”
My heart skips and I don’t know if I like it. I don’t know who they are from or why. I shouldn’t trust this delivery. I should find the courier to get answers to see who is fucking with me. If I’m honest, I don’t want the attention to stop. Even if it all pans out to be a joke, which if it is, I’ll kill whoever is behind it, but for now, I like the idea of someone wanting to impress me.
I’m not easily impressed.
“I’m on my way. Place them in my office. Don’t touch them. I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.” I hang up the phone before Terrance can mutter another word.
“Bianchi.”
I pause before getting into the car, turning my head to my shoulder. “What?” I hiss.
“Mark. That’s the name he gave before we shot him in the head,” Lorenzo says while buttoning his blazer to hide the firearm tucked in his holster. “What do you want me to do? We can plan to retaliate.”
I look up to the sky, the warm sun shining down on my face in hopes it will melt away my irritation. “No. No plans yet. I want to know what his next move will be. Let’s wait.” The leather seats are warm, heating my skin under my suit.
All I want is to go home and see what flowers are waiting for me.
“Yes, sir. I will just stick to surveillance and gather all the information I can.”
“Excellent.” I snag a bottle of water from the small bar to the right and twist off the cap, excited about heading home knowing there is something waiting for me.
I’m not sure why these flower deliveries are making me feel giddy like a teenage boy getting ready to go on his first date. If I find out they are a distraction from Bianchi, which I couldn’t even fault him for because it’s a solid plan to get to your enemy, then, I’m going to bring down his entire organization. No more allies, no more fake friendships. I’ll take his territory and product for myself and grow.
I begin to laugh and Lorenzo eyes me curiously.
“He’s getting a feel for how loyal my people are, and is crazy to think he could topple my empire from the ground up.” He’sdoing exactly what any one of us would do. He’s trying to expand.
He got lucky with Mark. Bianchi picked a weaker link in my organization. A brief idea of calling a meeting with all my workers comes to mind, but if I warned them, a few of them might turn on me. What I should do is infiltrate Bianchi’s men with a spy to get the information I need. That would need to happen with someone I trust. And that’s the hardest part.
I trust no one.
Everyone, through my eyes, are imperfect people trying to survive and they will do or say anything to make sure they live to see another day.
“I can take care of Bianchi for you in one night, Mr. Salvati. From three hundred yards away. He will never know.” Lorenzo doesn’t look up from his phone as he drops that bomb of information.
