Russo: His Untold Story (Blacklisted #3) by Maria Delaurentis Read Free Book Online Page B

changed, and prepared for whatever the day had ahead of me. I slipped two knives into the inner holster on the waist of my pants. I knew my gun was in the glove box, silencer already secured. In the back of the SUV a shovel, a duffel bag of tools, and rope waited for me. This day would end however I deemed fit, and as the time ticked by, my conscious dripped away with it.
    I wanted to see him, I needed to know that he wasn’t anywhere near her. I began to recall each little “hiccup” I setup for the day, wondering which would bring his attention. I had left the casino alone, knowing that would’ve been too complicated, and far too risky. I had run some fraud charges off his wife’s credit cards but there was no guarantee that he would go home—it was more likely he’d have someone else take care of it. I had arranged for some of his incoming trucks to take a little detour; which meant his guys would throw up the red flag—letting him know the merchandise never came in. No merchandise meant he couldn’t sell it to the stores, and that meant a big pay cut. That would be it—that greedy fucker wouldn’t let anyone fuck with his money.
    The trucks were meant to arrive at a warehouse over by the docks. Most of his guys operated out of there, and I knew Genovese kept an office there as well. I was outside and back in the SUV as fast as my legs could carry me. Every second I wasted was a second more that she was in danger, and I couldn’t handle the fact that it was all thanks to me.
    When I arrived at the docks there was a lot going on. I didn’t recognize any of the vehicles I normally saw Genovese being transported in, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t around. I parked a few blocks away and slithered from building to building, knowing that I couldn’t dare let one of them see me over here. Genovese knew Gabriella had been with me, and if he was smart he knew I was coming for him. His guys would be on the lookout and I had to be prepared for that.
    I made my way to the warehouse and up one of the fire escapes. I stayed outside, lingering closely to a broken window that would hopefully allow me to hear what I needed. I could hear voices, but not the one I was looking for. As they talked, I leaned closer, focusing on each word.
    “Ay, Joey said to get all this shit straightened out. Lotta fuckin’ stuff went wrong today and you know he doesn’t want to be bothered now that he finally gotta hold of that fuckin’ girl.”
    “Thank the fuckin’ Madonna! I didn’t know when he was gonna give it a rest. She’s just a piece of pussy, he could’ve found another.”
    “Ehh come on, you know Joey. He doesn’t hear no. And I’m sure she won’t be saying no to him again unless she’s real fuckin’ stupid.”
    “Yeah right, she’ll take the dick like every other fuckin’ girl out there and smooth her shit out real quick. He’ll have her cooin’ like a fuckin’ kitten once she gets a hold of the credit cards.” My fists tightened at my sides as they laughed. They didn’t know her; they didn’t know she wasn’t some cheap slut that would give it up for money. No, instead she gave herself to me, a schmuck that treated her worse than he would. At least he was honest about his intentions—what was I?
    I stayed there for over an hour before I accepted that he wasn’t here. The idea that he was with her terrified me. I still hadn’t heard back from Charlie and I had no idea where else to start looking.
    I spent the next few hours going to every single spot I knew he associated with. My faith was dwindling; I wasn’t finding either of them. It was growing dark out and I knew the longer this took, the more of a possibility that something had happened to her. She could say no as many times as she wanted, and I’m sure my girl would put up a fight—but in the end… Fuck I wouldn’t even think of it.
    I was parked on the side of the road, my fingers clutching my hair as I fought to come with any other ideas