Page 122 of Legal Returns
I intend to send a message. My father and I are not to be played with. I’m not a forgiving person.
“Milano, I’m taking Marina to her friend’s birthday party,” a female calls out through the house.
“Okay, baby. Youse two be safe. Take Peno and Bruce with you. You need any money?”
“No. I’m fine. We got the gift yesterday. We’ll be back in two or three hours.”
“All right. I’ll be here with the boys. Ciro should be back soon.”
I pause for a moment. My visions never showed me a wife or daughter. Just Spinelli’s two sons, Ciro and Leandro. Leandro is the youngest.
I don’t like killing women or children, so I shrug it off and move forward. I creep through the shadows and find the room my visions have been showing me. Slipping inside the study quietly, I move into the dark corner behind Spinelli’s desk.
The thick drapes give me cover. Then I stand and wait. About twenty minutes go by before Spinelli walks into the study with one of his sons. Good, just as I wanted.
Spinelli moves into the attached bathroom as he still talks to his son. “Have a seat. When your brother gets in, I want to talk to you guys about some things.”
As he continues to babble. I slip out lightning fast and grab Leandro. I hit his pressure points before he can even register my presence. Just as swiftly, I drop him to his knees and cover his mouth with a piece of tape.
By the time Spinelli walks back out of the bathroom, I have my gun with the silencer aimed at him. His eyes go wide, and he stumbles back with his hands in the air. I shake my head at him as he looks like he’s going to call out.
“Don’t. You make a sound and you both die,” I warn.
“What do you want?” He narrows his eyes. “You’re LaSalle’s boy. Your father sent you?”
“No. No one sends me anywhere. I go where I need to be.”
“Why do you need to be here?”
“Because I need to teach you a lesson.”
He scoffs and glares at me. He moves like he’s going to reach for a gun. I don’t hesitate. I put a bullet in his shoulder.
“I should have told you not to move. My bad,” I murmur.
Leandro begins to whimper behind the tape on his mouth. I tap my gun on the top of his head. Then I lean into his ear.
“Hush. That was just a flesh wound. He’s fine. You already can’t move. Don’t make me silence you too.”
His whimpers silence and I straighten, tapping his head with the barrel of my gun once again. “Good boy. That’s better.”
“Fuck, you son of a bitch,” Spinelli growls.
I roll my eyes. Then I aim at his leg and put a bullet into it. He fights not to scream, growling instead.
“You don’t know my mothers. Don’t insult either of them,” I bite out.
“What. Do. You. Want,” he grinds out.
“Your head. You have had a mole siphoning money from my father and the Alliance for years. Your mole is dead. You are next.”
“Oh, kid. I have done way more than that. Your father is the reason my face is like this.
“I’m going to make him pay in every way I can. Not even you can stop me.”
“Want to bet?” I put a bullet in his head.
I then move in front of his son and squat before him to get eye level with him. Fear and despair fill his eyes. Tears are rolling down his cheeks.
