Conquered by the Mafia Boss

It must be excruciating.

I relish in it.

His eyes seem to glaze over and his fingers loosen around me. Then Brian’s hand finally thuds to the ground, limp.

Rot in hell.

This is perfect. Clean. If only I could wipe the panic away.

“JACK!”

One down. Three to go.

A hand violently grabs my arm, and suddenly Fran? ois’s face swims in front of me. “What the fuck is wrong with you? I’m calling your name!”

Pops of gunfire crack through the air, one at a time, followed by heavy thuds. I look around the car to see the rest of the crew picking off the bikers one by one.

“Brian!” he drops down to the body and shakes his frozen shoulder.All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“He’s dead.”

The temporary relief falls as my neck singes with pain. My head churns as I look at the carnage in the junkyard.

The lean boss sits behind the desk, a pulse bumping in his forehead as we wait for the inevitable explosion.

Then he slams his fist into the wood, knocking over a picture frame.

“What the fuck happened? How did you manage to fuck this up so badly?”

I finger the patch on my neck, turning over everything in my head. “They shot first. Their guy aimed a gun right at me. That’s how I got this.” I point toward my shoulder.

“It was a setup,” Fran? ois agrees.

“What the fuck?”

Johnny sinks back into his chair, brow furrowed in disbelief.

“They killed Brian.”

No, I did.

“Goddamn it-motherless fucks-putain de merde. They’re all fucking dead! We’re finished. We’re done with the Devils.” He rises to his feet as his face turns beet red. “I tried to end this shit! I gave them another fucking chance because I was sick of our guys getting hurt for no fucking reason, and they fucking spat in my face.”

Something bothers me about it. “I don’t know.”

He whips his head at me. “What don’t you know?”

“It seemed too sloppy. They were going to lure us there? For what? And why send their worst guns and no backup?”

“You said he aimed the gun right at you.”

“I know what I saw,” I snap. “I just think there’s more to this.”

Johnny shakes it off, baring his teeth. “I want them all dead. They wanted a war, and I’m going to give them one.”

Sal leans across the desk. “Frankly I agree with Johnny. They’ve done nothing but disrespect us since we’ve made this alliance.”

“I’m going to blow that fucking compound to kingdom come.”

Jesus.

“John-it’s a bad fucking idea.”

“Who asked your opinion?”

Underneath my skin I smolder. He’s one of them. I know he is. But how am I supposed to get to him?

“Your wife has family there. So does mine.”

He wrinkles his nose. “Since when do you give a shit about bikers?”

Since I married and fell for one of them.

“Do we really need more heat from the CSIS? The Trudeau heist wasn’t enough?”

Finally the guys murmur in agreement.

Why the fuck am I giving advice to this piece of shit?

He sits on his desk and runs his hands through his hair. “All right, everyone get out. Not you, Jack.”

Fuck.

The door to his office closes behind the last man and I wonder how Johnny’s brains would look splattered on the wall behind him. He crosses his arms and eye-fucks me.

“You need to divorce that girl.”

Well, that’s not what I expected.

“What?”

“You’ve got to get rid of her.”

I slowly rise from my chair as fire hot enough to burn my clothes radiates off my body. “No.”

He narrows his eyes. “The alliance is over. You realize that the first thing she’ll do is head over to the police station and tell them she was coerced into a marriage with you, right?”

Never.