Mafia Kings: Adriano: Dark Mafia Romance Series #2

But some of what she’d said got me thinking.

She’d been hired from some outside agency – why?

Dario had refused to be involved in pimping anymore, and I totally supported that decision. It was a nasty, brutal, dirty business, and none of us wanted anything to do with it. It had always bothered me that my father had dabbled in it.

But the Agrellas were all-in on prostitution. They were famous for the size and scope of their operation.

If they wanted to show me and the other guys a good time, why hadn’t they handpicked the best girls out of their stable of escorts?

Why get someone off the street who might act like a bitch and ruin the whole evening for them?

Not only that, but the Agrellas had basically offered Bianca three grand to come here –

And talk.

That made no sense whatsoever.

The other two women weren’t gonna get paid that much even if they put out.

So why promise it to her?

Why cut three grand off a deadbeat’s gambling debts –

Unless…

Unless they weren’t planning to pay her.

Why wouldn’t they pay her?

I suddenly got a very bad feeling.

Maybe they won’t NEED to pay her…

…if she’s not around to collect.

Carmine’s cell phone suddenly buzzed.

He looked at the screen and got a big smile on his face. “Ah – Don Agrella has just arrived! I’ll go and get him right now.”

Every warning siren in my head started going off.

I almost asked him why the hell he had to go get his boss –

But I didn’t want to tip my hand, so I just kept my mouth shut.

“Be right back,” Carmine said as he headed for the exit.

While he was walking, I scanned the room.

There was a massive dining table over to my right – good, solid wood.

I couldn’t do anything too extreme. If I was wrong, I’d look like an idiot and torch the entire negotiation.

But I had to be prepared.

As soon as Carmine walked out the door, I hissed at Lars and Massimo, “Guys, get that table over here in front of me NOW!”

Lars jumped up from the sofa and left the Italian chick mid-sentence.

Massimo detached himself from the Ukrainian and went to the other end of the table. “What’s going on?”

“Just do it,” I snapped. “Fast.”

He and Lars lifted at the same time.

The table was fuckin’ heavy. Lars was strong, and Massimo was an ox, but they still had to strain to drag it over.

“What are you doing?” the Italian girl asked irritably.

I ignored her question and asked one of my own. “Do you turn tricks for the Agrellas, or were you hired just for tonight?”

She looked offended. “What?! Fuck you!”

I didn’t waste time with her. Instead, I pointed at the Ukrainian chick. “Do you work for the Agrellas, or is this a one-time deal?”Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

She looked at me, shocked, and answered in broken Italian. “I not work for them – I was hired by a place for models.”

SHIT.

She was expendable, too.

They all were.

I glanced back at the bedroom Bianca had retreated into.

I thought about going inside with her – it would be better cover –

But if I was wrong, we’d look like idiots and the Agrellas would eat our lunch in the negotiations.

Maybe I was wrong.

Maybe this was all in my head.

…but I didn’t think so.

Lars and Massimo got the table over in front of me. Then they joined me on the same side as we all faced the door to the hotel suite.

“What’s up?” Lars asked.

“Just get ready to flip it,” I said as I put my left hand underneath the edge of the table – and pulled my pistol with my right.

Massimo and Lars did the same.

The girls freaked out a little to see the guns.

“Get over here,” I told them.

The Ukrainian just stood there like she couldn’t understand what the hell was going on.

The Italian chick stood up and walked to the other side of the table. “What the hell are you doing?”

“Not over there, over HERE,” I barked. Then I yelled at the Ukrainian, “Get over here, NOW – ”

That’s when the door to the hotel room opened.

In walked two guys I hadn’t seen before, dressed all in black.

I guess they’d wanted to not immediately raise suspicions –

To check the layout of the room before giving themselves away –

Because their Uzis were still down by their sides.

That gave us a valuable extra second. Probably saved our lives.

“NOW!” I yelled.

Lars, Massimo, and I heaved the table up and flipped it on its side.

It was heavy as shit, but the adrenaline pumping through us made it easier.

The edge of the table landed on the floor with a loud CRACK!

The Italian chick screamed as she backed up. Unfortunately, she didn’t see who was behind her.

At the same time we flipped the table, we fired our guns and ducked down.

I wasn’t sure we’d hit the gunmen. Or they might have had bulletproof vests.

Either way, we sure as hell didn’t stop them.

A split second later, the Uzis opened fire.

They had suppressors on – silencers – and the gunfire sounded like a chattering noise.

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But I could hear the wood on the tabletop splintering.

A mist of blood filled the air above us as the Italian chick screamed.

I didn’t see it happen, but she probably got chewed to pieces by the submachine fire.

The Ukrainian girl got shot and went down like a rag doll.

Suddenly the clips on the Uzis ran out.

Normally they have 10 bullets, but extended magazines can get you 32 rounds.

You burn through 32 rounds fast on full automatic.

“NOW!” I yelled.

Massimo and I stood up in a crouch.

Lars dove to the left of the overturned table –

And we lit the motherfuckers up while they were trying to reload.

BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG!

Both of them went down in a spray of blood.

Unfortunately, there were two more guys coming through the door behind them –

And their suppressed Uzis were already up and ready to go.

“DOWN!” I screamed, and we ducked behind the table again.

More bullets hit the table – but the new guys were smarter. They only shot in bursts of three.

The wood on the bottom of the tabletop started to splinter.

“We gotta get out of here!” Lars yelled.

“SLIDE IT THAT WAY!” I yelled as I pointed at the bedroom Bianca had disappeared into.

Lars grabbed a table leg on the left and pushed –

Massimo grabbed one on the right and pulled –

And they slid the table across the floor.

It was a lot easier this time. Sliding something along a smooth edge goes a lot easier than lifting and dragging it.

We all duckwalked along with it, using it as cover as the thugs fired more rounds at us.

While Lars and Massimo were moving the table, I put my hand over the top and fired blindly – just to give the assholes something to think about.

BANG BANG BANG!

I don’t think I hit them, but they stopped shooting at us for a couple of seconds.

The edge of the table thudded into the wall. Lars ducked into the bedroom, followed by me and Massimo.

Then Lars slammed the door shut.

“BLOCK IT WITH SOMETHING!” I yelled.

There was a massive wardrobe off to the right. Massimo got on the other side, roared like a bull, and shoved it over in front of the door.

I turned around –

And saw Bianca staring right at me, her phone in her hand, her face frozen in terror.

“We’ve got to go – NOW!” I yelled at her.