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“You son of a bitch!” he snarled.
The phone opened and we were successfully in. I chuckled to myself as I maneuvered my way through the dozens of contacts to get to Junior’s number. My fingers scrawled across the keypad to send him a message to come out and meet us under the guise of sounding like Antonio.
I attached the address and sent the message out.
“Well, now we can all wait around till your son joins us,” I said.
Antonio fumed with rage. He struggled against the two guards that were still holding him against the table.
“Why drag him into this?” he shouted.
“You know fully well why,” I spat back with indignation. “He’s as guilty as you, maybe even worse. You had him implant himself in Caterina’s life and terrorize her. He’s as much a monster as his father.”
He rolled his eyes and grimaced.
“But don’t worry. By the end of the night, none of it will matter anymore.”
He and his son would be moving on from this world for good—no more chasing, no more deals… and no more negotiations.
I was satisfied with my time with Antonio. I had gotten what I needed, and he was no longer the center of my attention. I turned my head to glance back at Cat to see how she was fairing with all of this.
Much to my pleasure, she didn’t seem frightened or upset, but rather, she was plainly furious. I got up to stand by her side again and draped my arm around her waist.
I instructed Franky’s men who were planted around the room to remain hidden around the warehouse, knowing that Junior was soon to arrive. I expected he’d arrive with backup, and I had every intention of being ready to take them all out if need be.
It was time.
*Caterina*
“Are you alright?” Elio asked softly.
“Yeah.” I gave a slight nod and pried my eyes from Antonio to look at Elio. Part of me knew that deep down I was lying through my teeth. Of course, I wasn’t okay, but I wasn’t exactly going to ask to leave at this point.
“Do you remember the room on the second floor of that warehouse, the place where we had lunch that one time?”
“Yes,” I answered.
Suddenly, his voice grew somber. “This warehouse has the same room. I need you to wait up there, understand?”
I knew better than to think he was asking me to do this rather than ordering me. Elio wanted me to be clear out of sight and as far away from the pending danger as possible. And I was in no mood to try to argue with him.
“Alright,” I agreed.
He gave me a small smile and called over for Leo. “You’re going to be sticking to her the entire time, got it?”
Leo nodded without so much as a word.
I snapped my attention back to him instantly. I struggled to hide the spike of panic in my voice as I spoke. “What about you?”
“Don’t worry, I’m not going to be out in the open either,” he told me.
Elio leaned down to press a chaste kiss to the side of my head before gently pushing me to follow Leo. I felt the warmth of his hands vanish. And thus, my anxiety returned with a vengeance.
I trailed behind Leo until we were both tucked away, and I continuously tried to assure myself that this would soon be over.
A plan was in motion.
When Elio and I had been making our way over to the warehouse, I had to admit I was a bit anxious. How could I not be? This wasn’t just your typical meeting with his team and Francesco. They already had Antonio in custody.
If anything, I should’ve been feeling a sense of relief. This whole chaotic mess was soon going to be over. But I’d been quivering at the thought of facing Antonio again. The last time I’d seen him was the night I almost lost my mother. I wanted to think that I was stronger now than I was all those months back. Yet the unnerving sensation that continued to coil in my stomach, told me that I was wrong.
At first, it had been strange seeing Antonio bound to that chair. He’d certainly proved himself to be sneaky and resourceful when it came to tracking him down. But it was obvious that his luck had officially run out. This image of him being some elusive, untouchable ghost had finally come to an end.
Leo directed me to the corner of the room, the farthest one away from what we knew would happen downstairs. They kept the building as dark as possible while everyone got into their respective positions. It wasn’t long until we all caught sight of glowing headlights slowly approaching outside.
Leo had me crouch down, and the reality of our situation was once again becoming far too real, and I was desperate to keep myself mentally grounded. Elio was downstairs with everyone else, waiting for Junior to step through the doors.
My stomach churned with worry for his safety as well as my own.
I knew well enough that casualties were inevitable when it came to moments like these. And I didn’t think of myself as someone who openly wished pain and violence on other people.
Then again, Antonio was a man who deserved to pay for the harm he caused. All the pain and chaos he and his son had inflicted was finally going to come back and bite them both in the ass.
And I truly couldn’t say that I felt sorry for either one of them.
A few minutes passed before I heard the main doors of the warehouse slam open. I could see through the corner of the glass window that Junior had entered the place along with four other men around him. They gave the area a thorough search while gingerly drawing their guns up for a suspecting attack.
Junior began calling out for his father but was only greeted with silence.
Elio must have moved Antonio to another room, I thought. Junior and his men looked utterly lost and confused. God only knew what Elio had sent in that message to Junior earlier, but clearly it was enough to make the guy continue his search around the place.
“I ain’t seeing anything, boss,” one of Junior’s men muttered out loud.
“Yeah, me neither.”
“You sure you got the right address?”
Junior let out a familiar sound of frustration that made my skin crawl with disgust. It brought me back to the times when the two of us were still together. Anytime I tried to do something my way or argued with ‘Paul,’ he’d always respond with the same disgruntled sound like a child throwing a pitiful tantrum.
“Would you all shut the fuck up?!” Junior shouted furiously. “You two, go check those rooms on the side there.”
I would have given anything to steal a quick peek at Junior’s annoyed expression, but there was no way I would have run the risk of blowing our cover by being spotted. I was sure it was like when he realized that someone had placed a tracker on his car, knowing that, at least for a decent amount of time, someone had gotten the better of him for once.
If Junior was known for anything, it was for being a major sore loser.
Junior was swiftly rejoined by the two men he’d sent out. They complained that once more they had found nothing.
“He wouldn’t have sent me the address if there wasn’t something here,” he stated.
I found myself smirking coyly.
‘Oh, believe me, Junior, there is, in fact, something here. And it’s going to blow your world to pieces,’ I thought bitterly.
I heard his group move further into the room. My stomach flipped when I heard Junior mutter something about checking upstairs. My head turned to see Leo, who appeared just as alert as me.