“Oh, sweetheart, yes you fucking are,” Jimmy says as he steps into the room.
I shake my head; my hand finds her ass patting it.
“Babe, you gotta disappear. He’s here for you and you only,” I say to her as she tears her stare from Jimmy.
“Oh, and let’s not forget to fuck you in the arse for fucking with his head and then actually fucking his niece,” Jimmy laughs lighting a smoke.
“Oi, no fucking smoking in here.”
Jimmy holds up his hands stepping back from her glare.
“Wow, Nona. Calm down,” he laughs looking at me.
“They are moving out from his warehouse now, so we probs have thirty minutes.”
“Nona and Pops out?” I ask pushing to my feet looking at my best friend. We have been to hell and back together. He’s as loyal as he is strong, even if he’s crazy.
“They are in the cellar with all the staff. You sure you don’t want them moved out?” he says as I kiss the side of Layla’s head. I pull my duffle bag out from under the bed.
“No time. We move them now, and we risk them getting taken on route to a safe house.” I say while unzipping the bag.
“Mmmm, yeah. You’re right there, brother.”
“I know I am hence me boss, you, well you,” I say throwing a holster and Glock at him. Jimmy’s gun has and always will be a Glock. Mine’s a Ruger and a blade. I love knives. Jimmy’s straight shooting and fire. He loves to burn shit and people. Told you he’s sick.
Layla moves to the side of the bed stepping into a pair of jeans and tying my shirt into a knot to the side of her waist. My eyes snap to her as she puts her hand inside the duffle bag pulling out a semi-automatic. She brings it up looking down the barrel.
Jimmy broke out laughing, and Layla turned the gun on him as my hand reached for her pointing to the gun sight.
“Whoa, hold up, babe. What the fuck you up to?”
“I was going to give Jimmy a vagina where his dick is and then I was going to fuck shit up with you,” she says to me with a look of pure determination.
“Then you stopped me, so what’s your problem?” Her hand goes to her hair, pulling it back from her face in a messy bun thing. Jimmy’s still laughing and I’m looking at this stunning human in shock, but also in amazement. Fuck, could she be any hotter?
“Look, babe, as much as I like the idea of fucking up the world with you, that’s not going to happen.” Her eyes bore into mine and her lips pout. Jimmy moves toward the bed taking a few smoke bombs from it and placing them inside his vest. He has his own set up for shit like this. He looks like wardrobe organizer meet MacGyver.
“Don’t look at me like that. No amount of fuck me eyes and pouting lips will change my mind. Fuck, all I wanna do each time I look at you is fuck you and you with a gun is hotter than anything. It gets my dick so damn hard and I can’t be distracted.” Her body moves slowly toward me seductively. It’s fucking painful as her lips graze my neck, latching to my earlobe as her hands find my hard cock.
“Best you kill him and bring this cock back for me to fuck then. And make it fast,” she purrs into my ear. My eyes widen at the dirtiness, which just cements the fact that I’m wifeing her ass up and fast as soon as this is over.
“Oh, and I ain’t going into no cellar. I will stay up here hidden, but available because I’m sure I can shoot better than Casanova over there.” Jimmy’s hand goes to his heart in mock hurt as he rolls his eyes. “We will see, little lady. We will see.” Taking her mouth in mine, I kiss her hard like it will be the last time I get to taste her lips on mine. Jimmy pulls out the old school wardrobe from the wall.
Layla eyes him.
“Look princess, just get in. Ok?” Behind it is a secret door leading down to the cellar. This house has it all, hence me buying it. After all I am going to be a mob boss and already I am one of the most sought-after people this side of the criminal underground.
“Thanks, but no thanks. I’d much rather shoot than run, it’s not in me.”
“Whatever,” Jimmy says walking from the room.
“You fucking stay hidden and don’t do anything stupid.” Kissing her forehead as I put two Ruger’s in my holster and one in my waistband, then sheathing my blade I slip my jacket over my shoulders shrugging the weight of the leather out.
“You come back with no holes,” she says falling into my arms.
“I’ll try.”
Chapter Thirteen
Battles are won through sins of bloodshed.
Vengeance tastes good.
~ Micha Ragen
I heard the floorboards upstairs creak as I positioned myself. Knowing she was alone up there sent a chill down my spine. She’s vulnerable up there, exposed to the possibility of being attacked or harmed. I will just have to make fucking sure that no one gets near her. Bullets are about to rain down on our home.
Pushing my earpiece in I ask, “You ready, brother?”
“Fuck, yes. I am,” Jimmy says back.
“I can see the dust clouds from here, they are coming in hot.”
“Rodger. Fan deartháir sàbháilte.”
(Stay safe brother)
“Déan è a Ioc as an dearthàir tromlui ar fad.”
(Make him pay for all the nightmares brother.)
I watched as Damon and six men got out of the two Range Rovers.
“Came in style, ball bag prick,” Jimmy says into his earpiece as I clenched my jaw. I watched as they came up to the front door. I retreated back from the window to the other side of the foyer and through the door leading me toward the great room. Jimmy is heading to the library on the other side of the foyer.
I heard the knock on the door then Damon’s voice. “Little piggy, open up or I will blow your house down,” he called out and my fists clenched.
I didn’t answer. He doesn’t require my words, well not yet anyway.
“This cunt actually thinks he’s funny,” Jimmy seethes into the earpiece.
“Something like that,” I say back to him.
“I’m actually getting hard thinking about lighting this cock bag on fire, brother,” he says into my ear and a sick smile plays on my lips.
When nobody answers, he begins to knock louder. “Little piggy, little piggy, I will huff, and I will puff,” he calls out again, his men laughing thinking he’s fucking funny.
He is becoming impatient and probably expecting that he has control on this whole situation. I smiled to myself, excited to finally make my last move. One of his men walked past the window. I caught sight of his shadow on the over-polished foyer floor. I thank the designer for opening up the front of the home with windows for light to grow flowers.
“Jimmy, one coming to your ten o’clock.”
“On it.” I quickly changed positions, getting into a back corner. “Little pig, little pig, here I come,” Damon yelled out.
Just then, I heard a radio crackle out back, which wasn’t mine nor Jimmy’s.