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Chapter Forty-three Nixon

“So?” I took a long swig of coffee and leaned against the tree. “Fifty-fifty it’s going to work?”

“I’d say…” Phoenix shrugged. “Thirty-seventy.”

“Chase will do it because he knows it’s not a normal call to make. We can bank on that.” I replayed the plan in my head over and over again until I wanted to puke. “I told him to go about business as normal. He’ll do it.”

“Good.” Phoenix nodded. “Because if he doesn’t your entire plan goes to hell.”

It would be fine. It had to be. “How was Tony?”

“Oh, you know.” Phoenix shrugged. “Pissed, but when you make an angry man an offer he can’t refuse—”

“He’s evil,” I interrupted. “Pure evil. No doubt about it.”

“As am I,” a voice interrupted us. “The danger does not come in the evil, but in the person. Evil is everywhere, but in the end it is always a choice.”

“And you choose it?” I asked Luca. “You choose to make life hell for everyone?”

“Absolutely not,” he scoffed. “I keep order in a world full of chaos. I am perceived as evil, but true evil? The type that people fear—it masquerades as something far more worse than darkness.”

He sighed and put on dark sunglasses. “It makes you believe it is light itself, and that is where you find your danger. Be ready tonight, gentlemen, or you will both be waving at me from the bottom of Lake Michigan.”

Phoenix swore. “Such a charmer.”

“I never thought—” I laughed. “I never thought that in the end it would be me and you. Old friends, sworn enemies.”

“Yeah, God has a great sense of humor.”

I watched Trace walk into class. She was holding Chase’s hand and they were laughing. The knife went deeper into my chest as I tried to look away but it was like I couldn’t. I was so damn happy she was healthy, alive, safe. Shit. I’d spend my life watching her from afar, as long as I knew she would still be smiling, as long as I knew she would be safe from the evil around her.

Phoenix slapped me on the back. “If it’s any consolation, she clearly loves you.”

“How would you know?” I snapped.

He removed his hand from my back. “The way she looks at you. It’s different than how she looks at Chase.”

“And how does she look at Chase?”

“Like he’s her savior,” Phoenix said softly.

“And me?”

“Like you’re her oxygen.”

I didn’t say anything.

The problem was that I didn’t just see how they reacted to one another. I could tell by her body language that slowly, piece by piece, she was willing to let go of me. I wasn’t sure what hurt worse: how fast she was able to do it, or knowing the person she was actually doing it for.

Last year I’d practically branded her as mine.

And now I wasn’t so sure. No matter what anyone told me, I knew what I saw. She was slipping like sand through my fingertips and I had no one to blame but myself. I wanted to punch Chase until he bled, but he wasn’t the real villain, not in this story. No, I only had to look in the mirror to see that guy.

I was forced to be the bad guy so that she could have a chance.

But damn, how I wanted, just for once in my godforsaken life, to be the hero, the knight in shining armor, the guy she deserved to have. The guy who’d rescue her at all costs, the guy who’d damn his family to hell in order to keep her.

But I couldn’t forget my family.

My blood.

My damn code of honor.

I envisioned myself standing with Trace in the end, but lately, her face had started to disappear, right along with my future.

Phoenix slapped me on the back. “She needs you man; just give it time. And do me a favor: When this is all over and we aren’t waving to Luca from the bottomless pit of Lake Michigan, give her a chance to process through stuff, okay?”

I snorted. “Never took you for one to spout out wisdom.”

“Yeah well, impending death has a way of doing that to a person.”

“You aren’t going to die.” I turned around to face him. “Neither of us will. Now, let’s go wait back at the house. If memory serves, you’re supposed to be helping Tony get the gang together.”

Phoenix laughed. “Mass killings are my specialty.”

“I still can’t believe he’d go along with it.”

“He wants to silence everyone and he’s a bastard. Of course he’d go along with it. He double-crossed the most powerful mafia boss in America, and then spat in the face of one of the Originals in Sicily. If that wasn’t bad enough, he tried to wipe out Trace and set up his own family. I’d say he deserves what’s coming to him.”

“Right.” I had a sinking feeling things weren’t what they seemed but I didn’t voice my opinion aloud. I didn’t want Phoenix to hesitate; hesitation could mean death, and after seeing Trace again I very much wanted to stay alive.

Chapter Forty-four Chase

“And there he is,” I said under my breath as Luca waltzed into the classroom, clipboard in hand.

“Good morning, class.” He smiled in every direction but ours. “Today I’ll be handing out a study sheet for next week’s test. I trust all of you have been diligently studying. The test will be in lab format. You’ll need to go through a series of three labs for a chance to gain 150 points toward your midterm. Any questions, please do not hesitate to raise your hand.”

I itched to raise my hand and say something along the lines of, “Why the hell would you pretend to kill my best friend? What game are you playing?” Instead, I bit down hard on my lip and turned in toward the desk. Papers were passed back until they reached us. They were one short. Great. Now I really did have to raise my hand.

I raised my hand but Luca was looking down.

I waited, and then finally with a huff I pushed back my chair and approached his desk. “I need a paper.”

Luca looked up briefly from his desk and smiled. “It seems you do, Mr. Winter.” He slid a note over the paper and winked. “Memorization is the key, Mr. Winter. Wouldn’t you agree? After all, it is easier to know what to look for once you have obtained the answers up here.” He pointed to his head and then looked back down at his desk.

I followed his eyes to see something written on a paper.

Do not fail.

The message could have so many different meanings, but in that moment, I knew it was pertaining to me. I couldn’t fail.

I stuffed the note into my pocket and took the sheet of paper. “Thanks, Mr. Nicolosi, great talk.”

“Agreed,” he murmured without looking up.

I walked back to the desk and noticed Trace was already working hard on her sheet. I pulled out the note that Luca had placed on top of my worksheet and read it.

There will be five men there to shoot you. Go alone. A ghost will be there to watch your back, as ghosts tend to do. It will be next to impossible to get that much cash at once. Obtain the account number and bring the piece of paper with you with an empty briefcase. You will need to bring it to Nixon’s house. He will be waiting—casualties are expected. Whatever you do, do not trust anyone. No one but the ghost.

Quickly, I switched on the Bunsen burner and held the note over the flame. It erupted quickly. I pretended not to notice. Trace lifted her head. “Holy crap! You’re on fire!”

I shrugged and pulled the paper away then stamped it out with my hand and threw it into the trash can next to our work table. “Whoops.”

Her eyes narrowed.

I shrugged. “So, what problem are you on?”

“What was that?”

“A love note.”

“Liar. I don’t write love notes.”

I smirked. “Who says you’re the only one interested?”

“You’re being an ass.”

I cleared my throat and tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear. “I thought you were used to that by now.”

“One doesn’t get used to assiness, one just learns to cope with its many faces.”

“Are you calling my face an ass?” I tilted my head and leaned forward. “Because I kind of dig it.”

“What’s up with you?” Trace laughed. “We’re supposed to be working.”

“Screw work.” I pushed her paper onto the floor, earning a glare from the students at the table next to us. “Let’s leave early. The way I see it, Luca has to let us go. Plus, I need to make that really fun errand after school and we both know how fun that’s going to be.”

She seemed to think about it.

I grabbed her hand. “Just follow me, it’ll be fine.”

We grabbed our stuff and approached the desk hand in hand.

“Mr. Winter, Miss Rooks, what can I do for you?”

It hadn’t occurred to me until now that both Trace and I were hiding our identity, our bloodlines with our last names.

With a heavy sigh I answered. “It’s kind of loud in here. May we study in the library?”

Luca’s eyebrows knit together. I gave him a firm nod. I was hoping my mafia mojo was going to work. Hoping he’d see the underlying issue, not the work or the noise excuse. Shit, it was dead silent in there. But I needed to get away. I slowly tilted my head toward Trace and then mouthed please to Luca.

Wow, I must have been desperate. I never said please.

“Brilliant idea, Mr. Winter.” Luca waved us off. “Remember not to be tardy.”

“I’m always on time,” I responded, gripping Trace’s hand with mine as we exited the classroom and walked hand in hand all the way down the hall.

The day had officially caught up with me—the seriousness of the situation, the realization that what Trace and I had would never be permanent. Ridiculous that with all the chaos going on around me, the planned death of my best friend, all I could think about was making her mine. My emotions were in hyperdrive. Part of me wanted to put Trace into hiding just to keep her safe—but the selfish half of me craved having her near. Just one more kiss, just one more touch and I’d gladly walk off to the executioner.

When we reached outside I couldn’t take it anymore, I jerked her behind one of the buildings, dropped my bag, threw hers on the ground, and pushed her against the wall. I don’t know what touched her first—my body, my lips, my hands. I was all over the place, needing to taste her.

Because in the pit of my stomach I knew—it would probably be for the last time. I was desperate for her to see me, not him. I needed her to feel my lips, not his. I know she’d made a choice; she’d said as much last night, but my heart was aching with the possibility that we only had today—we had now, and that was it.

“Chase.” With a push, Trace put some distance between us. We were both breathing heavy. Her lips were swollen from my assault. “What’s going on?”

“We’re skipping class.”

“Why?”

“So I can kiss you.” I grazed her lower lip with my tongue and gave her a slow agonizing kiss, then pulled back. “Is that a problem?”

Her smile didn’t reach her eyes. “No, except it seems like you’re upset or something.”

“Not upset.” My hands shook as I placed them on her shoulders and exhaled. “Just a little… sentimental.”

“Chase Winter.” She laughed. “I never thought I’d see the day.”

“Please.” I had to touch her. My hands went to her neck as my thumbs grazed her lower lip. “I’ve been nothing but sentimental with you.”

“You have two autopilots. Jackassery or sentimental sap. Why can’t you just find some middle ground? Hmm?” She teased.

“Go big or go home, I guess.” I leaned in until our lips were touching again.

She pulled back.

Shit.

“I…” Her cheeks stained red. “Chase, I like you, I love you, but Nixon’s only been dead a few days and I just—” Tears welled behind her eyes. “I’m not saying no. I’m just saying not right now. I need time. And the way you kiss me, the way you touch me…” She choked on a sob. “Sometimes it makes me forget him and I hate myself that I would do that after everything he’s done for you, and for me.”

Never in my life had I ever felt like a bigger bastard than in that moment. I jerked away from her and picked up both our bags. “You’re right, Trace. I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me.”

“Hormones?” she joked.

I laughed with her, but inside I was a bit crushed. Maybe for her… but for me? It was instinct. It was love.

Chapter Forty-five Phoenix

I knew something was wrong the minute Tony answered the phone. “Yes?” He was too calm, too patient, not his usual self.

“So we doing this or what?” I snapped.

“Patience,” Tony chuckled. “Don’t you just love when everything goes according to plan?”

“I freaking live for it. Seriously. Oh look, I almost shit my pants with happiness at your excitement.”

“You’re a pain in the ass, you know that?”

“Yeah, well.” I rolled my eyes and managed to keep my tone even. “It’s my marker; what can I say?”

Tony was silent for a minute and then said quickly, “My house. We’ll meet there and do the exchange.”

“If you double-cross me—”

“You’re the one getting the better end of the deal. My silence. My loyalty. And my money. You’ll shut the hell up if you know what’s good for you.”

I laughed.

“What’s so funny?” Tony snapped.

“You.”

“Don’t push me, boy, or I’ll—”

“Do nothing. That’s right. Nothing. You may have the money, you may pull the strings, and you may think I’m a dumbass puppet, but I have one thing you don’t.”

“What’s that?”

“Every damn card stacked against you. So if I were you, I’d start talking a little nicer before I rain a hellstorm on your freaking parade.”

I hung up the phone then threw it across the room.

Luca clapped behind me. “Well played. Perhaps I do have use for you in my family.”

I shook my head. “More family is the last thing I need.”

“Redemption.” Luca’s eyes narrowed. “Would be a first.”

“How the hell do you redeem the damned, Luca? A shit’s still a shit even when you put a rose on it.”

“And blood is thicker than life.” Luca slowly lifted his cigar to his mouth and took a puff. “You may say you don’t want a family, you may say you want out, but you’re forgetting one tiny thing.”

I looked away, hoping he wouldn’t go on.

“I. Own. You.”

“Everything ready?” Nixon said as he came into the room.

I quickly hid my expression and shrugged. “Of course.” My eyes darted to Luca and he gave a slight nod. “Everything’s going perfectly according to plan.”

“Good.” Nixon’s mouth relaxed as he took a seat in the chair and looked at his phone again. I knew what he was doing; he was memorizing her face. Hell, if I had a girl I’d be doing the same damn thing. Made men were no different from soldiers headed off to war—in the end we all wanted something to fight for—whether it be a pretty girl or a cause. When facing death—every human being needed something that, if the worst happened—would pull them through.

And maybe that’s why I was beginning to feel more terrified than anything—because I knew—I had nobody worth pulling for, and it hurt like hell.

Chapter Forty-six Chase

After my make-out session gone wrong, I called for Tex to pick up Trace. We didn’t talk about it any further and it kind of pissed me off that something I wanted so badly was so close I was able to taste it, but could not fully have it.

I was confused by my own feelings and definitely not on my A game, which meant it was possible I was going to get murdered in my own bank if I didn’t get my shit together—fast.

Checking both of my guns for the third time, I put both of them in the back of my pants and pulled my shirt over them.

I was a big fan of brass knuckles, so I had one of those on my left hand. It also had a knife that would snap out and slice someone if I needed it. I did all my business with my right hand anyway.

After taking a few deep breaths, I approached the large building. It was white with large spikes protruding from the top. Tony had built it to look like more of an artful fortress than a business building. His office, and the offices of the family, were all in the bottom of the building. The basement.

They were down there for a reason.

No windows to jump out of, no escape.

If you went down there and had done something to piss off the Abandonatos, you should record your good-bye on the little security video on the elevator, because it would take an act of God for you to make it out alive.

Funny thing is, we’d had several people do just that. It was like they knew by pushing basement that it was their final descent.

It was their hell.

I waved at the secretary, and she smiled and waved back. With an exhale I walked toward the back of the building where the elevators were located. I pushed the button, it dinged, and I walked in and looked up at the camera as the silver doors closed.

Basement. I pushed the glowing B button and waited as the elevator descended to the bottom floor. With a ding, the doors opened. Complete silence greeted me. I walked directly toward the basement-level secretary.

Her eyes revealed her fear.

That was the first and last thing I noticed before a gun went off. A bullet whizzed by my head. I ducked and reached into my waistband for a gun. I turned to the right and saw a guy stalking toward me. The secretary started screaming and hid in the corner. I fired two shots directly at his forehead and rolled behind the desk, where the secretary was seated. Releasing my brass knuckles I grabbed my other gun and held it out in front of me. One gun was pointed to the right, one to the left.

And then I felt something touch the back of my head.

“Not so smart for a boss, eh?” a man’s voice said.

I didn’t panic. It wouldn’t make anything better. “I’m smart.”

“Oh, yeah? Then why do you have a gun pointed at your head?”

I shrugged. “You tell me.” I looked down at his shoes.

Not boots. He was wearing tennis shoes. Brand-new tennis shoes. Not name brand. I closed my eyes and inhaled. He smelled like fast food.

Paid. He was a hired hit man. By the looks of his shoes he’d already gotten half his payment, too.

He also wasn’t used to the mafia, used to our kind.

I laughed.

“Stop laughing!” He pushed the gun harder against my head. “I’m gonna enjoy this.”

I sighed and stepped on his foot then quickly leaned over to the right as I pulled his arm forward and smacked it against the marble countertop. His gun toppled to the ground. I turned and kicked him in the stomach, and he stumbled backward, hitting the copy machine.

“I’ll enjoy this much more, I guarantee it.” I pulled out my gun and shot him in both knees. He fell to the ground with a loud crack and swore in agony.

Three more. There were three more guys.

Footsteps neared me.

I ducked under the desk and motioned for the secretary to be quiet, but her hands were shaking. Shit. With one swift movement, I knocked her to the floor and pulled her underneath the table with me.

“Thank you, thank you.” She shook in my arms.

I hit her across the back of the head, rendering her unconscious. She wouldn’t thank me when she woke up with a killer headache, but at least she’d be alive.

The footsteps got closer.

And then three shots rang out.

A man walked in front of the desk. His shoes were—white.

His hand reached down to me. “Come on. I don’t have all day,” he whined, sounding genuinely irritated that he’d had to shoot someone.

I grabbed his hand but kept my finger on the trigger in my left hand.

Once he pulled me out from underneath the desk I was face-to-face with the last person I thought I’d see.

“Sergio?” I gasped. “Man! I thought you moved!”

“Nah.” He unloaded his gun. “I like to dabble every now and then when I see a damsel in distress.”

I snorted and put my gun away. “Same ol’ Sergio. Thanks, by the way. You must be—”

“The ghost.”

“Didn’t think you were a man for hire these days.”

His brown eyes narrowed. “A man does what he can do, to help family.” Sergio tucked his gun in the back of his pants and leaned against the marble countertop.

I swallowed and looked away. “Yeah, well… think you can help me get the account information?”

He snorted. “I could do it blindfolded. Let’s get this done. You’ve got more guns waiting for you.”

“I wait with bated breath.” I swore and followed him into Tony’s office. It suddenly felt wrong to be calling him Tony instead of Dad. But there was no love lost, and that was damn tragic. Parentless kids, all of us. Nixon, Trace, Mo, Mil.

“So.” Sergio sat behind the computer. “Word on the street is you need ten mil.”

“Word on the street? What are we? In a gang?”

Sergio chuckled. “What else would you call it?”

“Valid point.” I leaned against the glass desk and watched him log in to my father’s computer. “How do you even know his password?”

“I’m a ghost. I know all.” His hands sped across the keyboard so fast that it made me dizzy. “This may take a few minutes.” He motioned to a seat, but I refused to sit down. Not after having five guys shooting at my face and knowing it was my own family that had sent them.

This was only the fifth time in all my life that I’d been in my “father’s” office. I walked over to the minibar on the far right and poured myself a whiskey.

“Think you should be drinking, all things considered?” Sergio asked from the desk.

Ignoring him, I took a long swig and looked at the table next to the minibar. There were pictures. But they weren’t of me.

They were of him and Nixon.

With a curse I turned away. Was it always about him? Would it never be about me? How selfish could I get that I would even ask that, but… I wanted something that was my own, someone that was my own, and it seemed as of late I was either stuck with second best or picking up someone else’s pieces.

“Almost there, just keep your pants on,” Sergio called.

Again, I ignored him and searched more around the room. There weren’t any more pictures on the tables he had set up. Two chairs were in the corner with a closet toward the main door. Curious, I walked over to it and tried the knob.

Locked.

I pulled out one of my picks and had the door open in seconds. Shock wasn’t an adequate word to describe what I was seeing. Shock would have been a normal response. My response was anything but normal.

Horrified? Now that was better.

A shrine.

With prayer beads.

And a picture of Nixon’s mom. I could stomach that, I could deal with that amount of crazy, but the picture had Trace’s parents in it. I’d seen them only once when I was little but I’d also seen pictures. From what Nixon had told me, they were unmistakable.

There were red marks across every face in the pictures. My stomach heaved as I numbered how many faces had the red mark. Both of Trace’s parents… and my dad. My real dad.

Which could mean only one thing.

Tony had been snuffing out the entire family for over eighteen years.

And today would be his day of reckoning. His finale.

I hoped to God it would be a massive disappointment. I’d even tell him that to his face, right before I pulled the trigger.

“Done!” Sergio announced. I turned around and walked toward the desk while he scribbled something on a piece of paper. “So, the wire transfer will go to this account.” He handed me the paper. “Did you remember to get a briefcase?”

“In the car already.” I stuffed the piece of paper in my pocket and shrugged. “How are you in on this? Who are you actually working for? Me? Luca?”

Sergio’s eyes darted behind me. I turned and saw a camera nestled quite nicely in the corner. Great.

When I turned back around he was already walking toward the door.

“Wait,” I called. “If this goes badly… thank you, for what you just did.”

“We’re family.” He shrugged and pulled out a pair of sunglasses. “Try not to end up with a bullet in the head, eh?”

“I’ll do my damnedest.” I cracked a smile and took a seat on Tony’s plush leather chair.

How long? How long had he been planning this, and why the hell were Trace’s parents involved? I wracked my brain but couldn’t come up with any solution other than pure insanity.

I waited another five minutes then left the room and walked down the hall to the elevator.

I was more pissed off than scared; I didn’t really get scared anymore. Impending death never scared me. Hell, it was a reality. But now? Knowing that Trace could lose both me and Nixon? At the same time? All over again? Yeah, that sucked. I refused to leave her. Even if I had to go to hell and back and beg to be brought back to life—I refused to leave her. I couldn’t.

The elevator dinged. I walked out and dialed Tony’s number. “I got the money.”

“You did?” The ass sounded surprised.

“Yeah.”

“Complications?”

“A few minor ones. Nothing to get upset over.”

“I’m impressed.”

“Don’t be,” I snorted. “Now, where am I meeting you?”

“Our house, of course.”

I paused. I thought we were supposed to meet at Nixon’s, which meant he was changing things. Why was he changing things? “Fine. See you in ten.”

I hung up and got into my car. Shit. Things were already going sideways and I had no idea what to expect. Would he put a gun on me when I opened the door? Would he take the money, confess, and then shoot me?

I contemplated all the ways I could die the entire way to the house. The minute I got there, I jumped out of the car and grabbed the briefcase. Birds chirped and the sun was shining, just as if something huge wasn’t going down.

And then I heard a gun click. “We’ve been expecting you.”

I turned around. “Phoenix?”

His smug grin made me want to rip his head from his body.

“Who else were you expecting?”