Ruthless Mafia Daddy (Alpha Mafia Daddies)

Dez storms the door leading down to the basement, his gun already firing before we’ve even reached the bottom of the stairs.

Gunfire rings in my ears as I fire my weapon at the dozen or so men huddled around tables, stacks of packaged cocaine surrounding them.

They barely have a chance to pull their own weapons before I embed bullets between their eyes and watch with delight as the light slowly drains from them before they hit the floor.

A few more appear from storage rooms to our left.

Before I have a chance to aim, an arm is around my neck.

I send my elbow back, knocking the wind out of the fucker before whirling and smashing my gun into the side of his head, knocking him out.

I put a bullet through his head before he even hits the floor, the blood spraying my skin like scarlet rain.

I glance behind me.

Sloan’s in a hand-to-hand fight with a guy even bigger than he is.

He manages to get a few hits to Sloan’s jaw, whose head snaps to the side.

Sloan’s lip is split, and he has the start of a black eye forming, but there’s such wildness in his eyes that I know that there’s no way Lorenzo’s guy is walking away from this.

“Need a hand, Sloan?” I release my empty magazine and load up a new one.

“I got this one, boss.” He grabs the guy by the shoulders, rearing his head back and smashing it straight into his nose.

“Ouch.” I chuckle as the guy groans, blood spurting from his broken nose.

He stumbles backwards, straight into Dez who wraps his hands around his head and twists, instantly snapping his neck.

The guy falls to the floor like a ragdoll, and Dez and Sloan grin at each other as they step over the body.

I glance to my left and see my brother crouched low in the corner behind one of the tables. “Marco?”

He’s grunting with effort, and as I approach, I notice his hands wrapped around the neck of a guy, slamming his head repeatedly into the concrete floor. Blood spills out beneath him as his skull disintegrates, coating my brother’s hands red as he takes every last ounce of life from the man.

“I think you made your point.” I place a hand on my brother’s shoulder.

“You wanted the place flooded with blood,” Marco grits out. “Plus, the fucker tried to break my jaw.”

Sloan chuckles. “And that’s your best feature.”

“Exactly.” Marco slams the guy one last time against the floor before releasing his hold around his neck. “Did we get them all?”

Looks around. “Looks like it.”

A phone starts ringing.

Marco climbs to his feet, pulling his phone out of his jacket pocket and handing it to me.

I glance down at the screen before answering.

“You better have an address for me, Kyle.” I wipe my bloody hands on my shirt.

“I have something better,” Kyle replies. “Turns out it wasn’t a mistress Lorenzo was wiring all that money to.”

“How is this better?” Fuck, if it turns out to be some lacky, it’s likely Lorenzo won’t give two fucks whether we take them hostage.

“It was an illegitimate son he had with a mistress two decades ago. The kid lives on the lower east side, some swanky apartment on Orchard.”

I glance to Marco, who’s switching out the magazine on his gun with swift efficiency. He glances in my direction with raised brows as I hang up the phone.

“Turns out Kyle got us something better than a mistress.” A feral smile tugs at my lips. “He got us a descendent.”

“An eye for an eye.” Marco chuckles, cracking his knuckles. “This just got interesting.”

I crack my neck and roll my shoulders before climbing out of the Hummer. “Dez, you and Sloan stay here.”

I slam the door.

“What’s the plan here, brother?” Marco falls into step beside me as we approach the apartment building.

“Climb the fire escape to the top floor, get the fucker in his sleep.”

Marco grins.

“It’s showtime.” He reaches for his gun.

Soon enough the city will rise from its slumber to find the bloodbath we’ve left in our wake, but until then, we hide in the shadows as we quietly ascend the stairs to the top floor.

“This is it.” I press myself against the red bricks.

No lights are on, and I only hope that means our target is tucked up in bed.

We’re running out of time, and without this lead, I’ve got nothing to offer Lorenzo in exchange for Lila.

I glance over my shoulder at Marco. “Ready?”

He nods.

I slam the base of my gun into the glass window and climb through into a darkened living room.

“Rise and shine!” I call out, pointing my gun at the ceiling and firing.

I hear a thud off to the right in what I assume is the bedroom.

Making sure Marco is following, I charge in there.

Vince Rossi is waiting, his own gun pointing straight at my chest.

“Too slow.” I point at his shoulder and fire.

He cries out, falling to his knees as he clutches at the wound.

Marco strolls over and picks up his weapon before sending it careening into the side of Vince’s face, splitting his cheek and possibly cracking a few of his teeth.

“Fuck, you look just like him.” Marco crouches down and gets to work binding Vince’s hands behind his back.

Vince smirks, showing his blood-stained teeth.

Marco’s not wrong.

Vince has the same dark green eyes as Lorenzo, and his hair is jet black and slightly curled. He can’t be more than twenty, though he’s got a fair amount of muscle on him. He’s wearing nothing but a pair of boxers, which gives us perfect access to the one thing he will value the most.

“That’s not a compliment.” I lift his chin with the tip of my gun. “Now, I suggest you start giving us some information if you plan on keeping all of your limbs.”

“I don’t know anything.” Vince throws his head back, spitting bloody drool at Marco.

“You fucker,” Marco hisses.

“Marco. we need him alive.” My eyes find Vince’s. “Now, start fucking talking.”

“I told you, I don’t know anything.” A thin sheen of sweat covers his forehead. He’s losing a lot of blood from the bullet wound, but it won’t be enough to kill him. Yet.

“I’m sure we can change that.” I take a step back. “Marco, why don’t you start with his right hand.”

“I’d be happy to.” Marco chuckles, pulling out a knife.

Vince’s eyes widen at the sight of the six-inch blade.

“This might hurt just a little,” Marco purrs.

“I’ve been working with him!” Vince splutters, his eyes darting between me and Marco. “But he tells me nothing. No specifics.”

I frown. “He doesn’t trust you? Why?”

Marco pauses, the edge of his blade pressed into Vince’s wrist, ready to sever the limb at my command.

“I-I don’t know.”

Marco shakes his head. “Surely, Lorenzo would want his son knowing the ins and outs of his business. I don’t buy it.”

“I gave up the location of The Vault,” Vince admits. “There was a mole, and I didn’t realize it.”

Marco barks out a laugh. “Sounds like you’re a fucking liability. Seems to me, daddy would be glad to see the back of you.” Marco turns to me and raises his eyebrows. “He won’t be enough.”

I let out a long breath as I look into Vince’s eyes, Lorenzo’s eyes, and know what my brother says is true.

If Lorenzo doesn’t trust Vince enough to tell him anything of use, then there’s no way he’d give up Lila in exchange for him.

Marco scowls. “He’s dead weight.”

Vince squirms, shaking his head. “I could be a mole for you⁠—”

My gun is already pointed between his eyebrows, my finger pulling the trigger before he even has a chance to finish that sentence.

“We’ve wasted too much time.” I look down at Vince’s body now slumped on the floor, his blood staining the cream carpet. I kick him, hard. “Fuck!”

Lila’s been in Lorenzo’s clutches for hours. Who knows what sort of pain he’s inflicted on her? She’s slipping through my fingers, the last few threads keeping us tied together are snapping.

A phone starts buzzing on the nightstand, and I freeze.

“Vince’s phone.” I walk around to the other side of the bed and pick it up.

It’s an unknown number, but it’s likely one of Lorenzo’s guys calling from a burner phone.

“Answer it,” Marco hisses.

I swipe the green call button and place the call on speaker.

“Why the fuck aren’t you here yet?” a voice barks through the phone.

My breath catches as I realize it’s Lorenzo.

I swallow, trying to stay calm. This could be the lead I’ve been searching for, so I can’t afford to make any mistakes.

I keep my voice low. “Where?”

“Fucking Chinatown. Fuck’s sake, Vince! Don’t make me regret putting you on the payroll.”

A woman screams in the distance, and the sound makes my blood run cold.

“On my way.” I hang up the phone and throw it at the brick wall, where it shatters. “He has her.” My teeth are clenched so hard I have no idea if Marco even understands me.

“Where?” Marco climbs over Vince’s body to get to me. “Andre, what’s going on?”

“He has her at that fucking warehouse in Chinatown.”

“Oh, shit. The one where he killed…”

“Valentina.”