Riding Dirty: Luciotti Crime Family (A Bad Boy Mafia Romance) (12 page)

“I hope so, baby. I really do.” I breathed in deep and watched as a myriad of colors broke through the night sky. This was a night to remember, alright.

“
T
hat
bitch
has you brainwashed
!” my brother screamed. His cries echoed off the walls.

“Settle the fuck down, Ricky,” I said. “The good news is we’re closer to getting the son of a bitch. I thought you’d all be happy about the news. Instead, I have my brother crawling up my ass. Fuck this.” I lit up a cigar, a Cuban my father had given me. I was ready to go back to Monroe. These weekly visits to the city were proving to be too stressful for me.

My dad, Antonio, just looked at me out of two creased eyes. “Sounds like fantastic news to me,” he said.

Ricky was furious. He bore a black eye and it looked like I might’ve broken his nose during our last encounter. “But father—” He started speaking, but Antonio waved his hand in front of his face as if to say ‘Shut the fuck up.’

“Stop. Just stop, Ricky. I’ve heard enough of your
bullshit
. So what? He found a girl. Good for him. I’ve been waiting for one of my sons to find a responsible, good woman. Sounds like she’ll be good for the family,” he said. Of course, this was a huge blow to Ricky, who had lost his wife years ago. Dad never liked the woman, even though she was the best thing to have ever happened to him.

“He’ll tear down this family, pops. Do you want that to be a part of your legacy?”

Dad got out of his chair and walked slowly up to Ricky. He muttered under his breath, with scraping teeth and clenched fists “I want you to get one thing straight. Whatever happens to this family
after
I die is up to you two. It can fall into the gutter for all I care. I’ll be dead. My fortune will mean nothing to me. But I don’t see Lucas ruining this family. No, the only person I see ruining anything is you, Ricky. Quite frankly I don’t even know what we’re doing here talking about this. Congratulations, Lucas.” My father sat back down, blowing perfect smoke rings into the air.

Ricky’s face turned red. I interjected. “He’s blowing this all out of proportion. I’m not settling down. I’m just helping the woman out. She’s had a rough life, okay? Plus, she’s given me some good information on Cade. I got Vincenzo and his men on the hunt for him as well. It won’t be long before we have him in this basement, begging for his life.” I made my case and I was ready to go home.

“Good, son. You work clean. In all the years you’ve been working for me, we’ve had no trouble on your side. No Fed action, no betrayals. You’ve been good to me.” He squeezed my cheek and lightly tapped it. “Ricky. It’s time you become more like your brother. You want a good position in this family? You want respect? Wise up and act like a made man for once in your life.”

The scene was fucking depressing. I gladly peeled out of that driveway and sped back to Monroe within the hour. It was like night versus day to me. I didn't even feel like I was a part of my family anymore. Seeing Dahlia and the way she treated Jen, I realized that there was more to family than I ever had experienced before. Part of me wanted that life. But deep down I was a killer and a thug.

My first “to do” on the list for the day was talk to Carmelo. If he had any information on Cade, now was the time to tell me. Thankfully, there was no need to chase him down. When I pulled into the driveway, there he was, smoking a cigarette, leaning against the house.

“Morning,” I said, getting out of the car to shake his hand.

“Did you have a party last night or something?” he asked, peering into the window to the house.

I unlocked it and walked into the debris and rubble from my violent episode the other day. “Sorry about the mess.” I kicked a piece of the wood table out of the way. “I'd offer you a drink, but as you can see, it's a mess in here.”

“It's fine. I shouldn't hang around too long anyway. Got a business to run in the morning,” he said. I had the strangest desire to ask him what the special was tomorrow, but I held back. Either way, I'd be in first in line.

“What do you got for me?” I sighed. It was getting tiring asking the same questions over and over.

“An address.” He threw an envelope on the ground. “Cade. We found him in an abandoned location nearby.”

“How nearby?” I stepped over a piece of glass and grabbed a cup of water. It must have been nearly a day since I had anything to drink.

“Parched?” he asked me. I couldn't help but wonder why he was asking.

“How nearby is he?” I repeated. The old man was acting funny, like he was in a hurry, practically dancing on his heels. I leaned against my dinged up counter and watched him out of the corner of my eye.

“Oh, right.” He regained some of his composure and put his hands in his pocket. “It's close. Down south, maybe two or three miles. By the water.”

By the water.
I thought back to the other night with all the fireworks and distractions. He must've been watching us, somewhere in the crowd. He was most likely hovering nearby. It made me wonder just how long he’d been out there, waiting for me to discover his whereabouts. What exactly did he have in store for me? Or for Dahlia?

He began walking toward my front door. “You in a hurry?” I just watched him.

He threw his hands in the air with frustration. “I told you, I got a business to run. Do I have to explain every little thing I have to do the night before work? A café isn't easy. It doesn't run itself.”

I smiled. “I'm just messing with you. Go. I'll see you in the morning.”

“The morning?” he stuttered.

“For breakfast. Gotta have one of those famous quiches before I leave this town for good.” I laughed and showed him out.

“Right,” he said, pulling out a cigarette. It was curious, since I hadn't seen him smoke before tonight. It was as if something had changed for him. Maybe my appearance had dug up old ghosts. Or maybe the man was on his way to bury them once and for all.

I shut the door and sat down in the corner of the kitchen, on the one chair that wasn't shattered to bits. This job I had been sent to do was almost over. Or at least I hoped to God it was. I grabbed the envelope Carmelo dropped off and looked at the address. An abandoned house near the water. Had Cade been hiding there the whole time? Was he ever really in Detroit? I didn't know what to believe.

Jobs never lasted this long. It was always easy to find the guy who owed you money or any other kind of debt. But Cade was cunning and that frightened me. I had to question every single move I made when I chased down a guy that smart.

That night I couldn't sleep. I lay awake in my bed with feverish hallucinations. The stress was killing me. Dahlia. She was in danger. If Cade laid one finger on her, I'd kill the bastard. But there was always the chance he'd get me first. Who knew what the bastard was up to? He could have been right outside my window for all I knew. Those thoughts birthed my newest anxieties. All those dark feelings, including the pain in my gut, pointed to one thing: I was in love.

Fuck…

When day broke, my eyes felt tired and heavy. I rolled out of bed and immediately stepped on a piece of glass in the kitchen. “Shit!” Not a good start to my day.

I reached down and pulled the big shard out, barely wincing at the pain. “Son of a bitch,” I muttered. In the bloody reflection of the glass was my face. But I could have sworn someone was standing behind me. Of course, when I turned around, there was nobody there. The woods were eerily quiet. Even the birds seemed to have vanished.

I disinfected my wound and wrapped my foot with a clean bandage. Nothing a little time couldn't fix. I limped to my car and fell onto the front seat.
I have to clean this place.
I thought to myself. It would be the first thing I would do before I left here, right after I got Cade.

I rubbed my hands together and started the Cadillac. It purred like a kitten. It was time to tell Dahlia all her troubles were about to fade. I drove to the café, which was already empty after the holiday weekend. I walked inside, hearing that familiar bell ring above my head, and saw that beautiful tight ass, Dahlia leaning over in front of me, cleaning the display case for the pastries.

“If only every customer got to experience this incredible view,” I laughed.

She jumped and turned around, blushing. “Shut up,” she said, when she calmed down a little.

“That ass is definitely worth the drive down from Detroit,” I continued. “In fact, it should be featured in that display case in front of all the pasties. You’d probably get more customers in here if it was.”

“What's with the limp?”

“Stepped on some glass. Not a huge deal, but it's an extra hassle I now have to deal with,” I said, leaning against the counter.

“I bet, old man. So what do you want today? Red eye? Iced caramel latte? A 32 ounce frappé?” She laughed. It was at that moment of light heartedness I regretted having to tell her the truth of the situation.

“Just a coffee to go. Large,” I said. She quickly grabbed a to-go cup and poured the dark and steamy liquid inside. “Listen, there's something I need to tell you.”

She raised her eyebrows at me. “Nothing too serious, I hope?”

The coffee tasted bitter and the air turned cold. I was used to being the bearer of bad news. The only difference now was that this was the woman I was falling for. “Some bad. Some good,” I said.

“Spill it,” she said. “I can handle it.” But the look in her eyes said something different. It was fear, plain and simple.

“I've got an address from a reliable source,” I said, looking around. In the back was a young kid, maybe around 25 years old, listening intently to us. I motioned for her to follow me out front. “Let's talk outside.” The kid quickly went back to cooking an egg dish.

“Hey Joel,” she began, “I'm taking my 15.” We both walked out front, feeling the breeze wrap around our bodies, demanding a certain type of warmth from the both of us. We stood close to each other and talked low.

“Look, you're safe here. But you need to make sure Jen is safe too. If you can, pick her up now and pull her out of school. I'm going to find him and end this wild goose chase after all,” I said, feeling the strain of the job pull on me. Kids weren't my favorite, but
this
kid in particular deserved a good, wholesome life. She deserved happiness and the absence of fear.

She looked worried when she asked “What do you mean? What exactly is going on?”

“I don't know if the information I got earlier in the week was wrong or what, but I've been told Cade has been hiding out in an abandoned building down by the water,” I said, grabbing a cigarette from a pack I had bought in Detroit.

“And you trust your source? What is he doing down by the water? Why is he in Monroe? None of it makes any sense,” she said, turning hysterical.

Here we go…
I grunted loudly and grabbed the gun at my hip. “It makes perfect sense. He wants to kill me and take Jen from you. I don't know the guy, but he sounds like a lunatic,” I said.

“He is,” she agreed, taking the cigarette from my hands and taking a drag for herself.

“But that doesn't mean he's an idiot. He knows the quickest way to get to me and my family is through you.” I grabbed my cigarette back, took one more drag, and tossed it.

“Through me? What do you mean?” she asked.

“Because…” I groaned, as if in pain. “He knows
I love you.
” The words came out quick. Just hearing them spill from my mouth made me sick. Love? A guy like me? What was happening to me? But it was the truth and I wouldn't let myself hide from it any longer. Yes, God dammit. I loved her.

I may have been strong enough to tell her my innermost feelings, but I wasn't about to stick around and listen to what she had to say about them. Her face looked shocked and she began stuttering.

“Nope,” I said. “I'm going.” And before she could protest any further, I was already in my Cadillac, going 60 miles an hour south.

Driving like a maniac, I took out my burner phone and punched in my brother’s number. Even though I disliked the guy, he was known to have my back in tight situations. At the very least I needed to give him a head’s up that I was about to enter an unknown and dangerous situation.

The sun shone directly ahead of me, reflecting off the water and green leaves of the trees. Any time I collected on a debt, I knew it could be the end of my life. However, this was different. This felt more foreign.

I had to give it all I had. If no one thought I was a good person, I had to at least do one good deed to offset all the bad.

I pulled up to the street where the building sat and turned off the car. “If this is it,” I said to myself, “then at least you went out with some happiness in your heart.” That girl penetrated my very being. She was like a drug, invading my thoughts at every second of the day. And yes, she gave me a level of happiness a man like me never expected out of the world.

I drank the rest of my coffee and quietly got out of the car. When this was all over, I was going to miss this place.

I wore the lightest clothing I could and carried just my 9mm and my blade. They were really the only weapons I ever needed. Well, besides my fists, but those were looking pretty messed up these days.

The street was murky and dimly lit, shrouded by trees and trash. It wasn't a place that was kept up very well. It looked like it had been untouched for years, most likely sitting until some real estate mogul stepped in to buy the strip. As of right now, it was the perfect place to hide a violent thug like Cade.

I neared the building, and with each step my fists clenched harder than before. Before I could get to the entranceway, I heard footsteps inside. Immediately, I drew my gun, holding it near my side.
Take a deep breath, Lucas. This is it.

I pushed the door open, aiming my gun in front of me. From behind, a solid object hit the back of my head. I fell forward onto the cold and dusty pavement inside. The pain was blinding white and hot. That intense ringing shot through the center of my ear and I could feel the familiar trickle of blood falling down the front of my face. “No…” I whispered.

Hard leather from the front end of a boot, hit the front of my face. Another set of feet pressed against my back. “Don't you fucking move,” a voice said. I felt the barrel of the man’s gun press against my skull. There was a group of them.