The Mafia Trilogy (24 page)

Twisted logic, asshole
.

He swung the chain around and wrapped it over his knuckles.

“You ready for what’s going to happen?” Darwin asked.

“Yeah, a couple guys in suits kidnapped your dad. We’re gonna get you and your dad to safety and then hurt them real bad. That’s it, right?”

“Sort of.”

“What do you mean,
sort of
?”

Richard tilted his head back, his beard riding high on his thick chest.

“These guys in suits may have guns. They may shoot to kill.”

Richard nodded. “We got this. We’ve all been shot at before. But I gotta warn you, they start shooting to kill, my boys won’t leave them alive when this is done. You okay with that?”

“You have no idea.”

“No, what I mean is, are you gonna publish that? ‘Cause, you can’t really put murder in that book. It would fuck with our reputation again.”

“I know, I know. I got it. Everything in the book will go past you first. I won’t publish a thing without you approving it.”

“And my picture still goes on the cover?”

“Yes, Richard, your picture.”

“H. Call me H and consider your debt to my biker club paid when you write that book.”

“Get me out of here alive tonight so I can write it and I’m indebted to you, H.”

“
In
debted? What’s that?”

One of the bikers shouted from off in the woods to their left.

“This is it. You know what to do.”

“We got this,” H said. He grabbed his bat and hustled off, disappearing in the darkness behind a line of trees.

Darwin adjusted the flashlight and headed for the hangar. As soon as he entered, a pair of headlights came up the road slowly. Darwin watched and waited.

As it drew closer, he tried to see make and model. It looked like an FBI car. One of the same kind of Crown Victorias Greg drove.

It slowed and stopped on the road near the entrance.

The driver honked his horn.

Is this a trap?

 
Darwin stared at the vehicle. No one moved to get out. It was so dark already, he could barely tell if anyone sat in the backseat.

Dad?

He leaned out the door a little, his stomach a ball of nerves again as the end of the whole Fuccini ordeal was coming to a close.

The driver rolled down his window a little and shouted something.

Darwin couldn’t hear him too well.

“What’s that?” Darwin yelled back.

“Get in the car.”

He heard him perfectly this time. But that was insane. He wasn’t about to get in the car.

“Are you alone?” the driver yelled.

Of course, they want to know if I’m alone. This is a trick. I get in, the car explodes. Easy fix. Done deal. Well, no fucking way.

“Get in the car or I drive away and you’ll never see her again.”

Her?

Darwin stepped closer. There just wasn’t enough light to see inside the back of the vehicle.

The driver must’ve seen him bending over and glaring at the back window. He turned on the interior light.

Rosina sat in the rear of the vehicle, abject fear on her face, shaking her head back and forth.

“You have thirty-seconds to decide if you ever want to see your wife again.”

He had no choice. He could play hard ball with Fuccini, but not when his wife was involved.

Is this a test? Are they seeing if I’ll come out into the open so a sniper can pick me off?

No, impossible. H’s men would have warned him if a sniper was close enough to take a shot.

He stepped closer.

“Ten-seconds to decide. If you do not get in the vehicle, I will explain to Fuccini that you weren’t interested in meeting him. Your father and your wife will be murdered in the most brutal way possible. Then Fuccini told me to tell you that he’ll mail you their body parts for months to come. So, save us all a lot of trouble and get in the backseat beside your wife. I’ll drive you to where we’re meeting Mr. Fuccini.”

That’s it. Everything he had planned, gone in a moment’s decision. How could he think that he could deal with a man like Fuccini? Why did he ever feel that he could match the man with wits and acumen regarding the dealing of human lives? Fuccini would always be more ruthless, more vile.

Darwin, against everything he had set out to do at the hangar, stepped forward, one foot in front of the other.

He was in a daze. He was walking to his certain death. He had condemned his wife and he was going to die for it. His father would be collateral.

It was over and he was powerless to stop it.

As he reached for the back door’s handle, it clicked to unlock. He opened the door and got into the seat beside his wife. He barely had the door closed when Rosina fell into his arms, crying and asking him through her tears why, why did he get in the car.

The driver locked the doors and skidded the tires in the dirt as he performed a U-turn and raced away from the hangar.

“Rosina, I had to. I couldn’t leave you to die alone. I started this. I have to pay for it. It’s all my fault.”

She put her head on his stomach and let the sobs shake her apart as she gripped him.

Darwin turned his flashlight on his face as he listened to the driver on the phone. He needed to see if the driver would reveal a location. Maybe Darwin could use his disposable phone to call the police before they got there.

“Yes, I know. No, no,” the driver said. “I got him. Yes.” A pause, then, “No, he came willingly. There was no one here but him. I know because I drove right up to the hangar. I flashed my headlights into the main door. He’s alone. I’d know. I would’ve been told if the FBI were supposed to be here. I got him and I’ll be there soon.”

The driver looked in the rear view mirror at Darwin and then said, “I know, the guy’s crazy. He was actually gonna trade himself in. Brave, if you ask me. Okay, okay.” Then the driver closed his phone and tossed it on the seat beside him.

He looked back at Darwin and said, “You are one crazy dude. I gotta say, I’ve never met anyone like you. Wish you were on our side—”

Something hit the side of the car. It swerved so violently Darwin felt they were going to flip. The driver screamed like a girl as he tried to correct the spin.

Another bang vibrated the car, which spun even faster. The force of the spin caused Darwin to lean hard into the side door, Rosina up against him.

After what felt like five minutes, even though it all happened in ten seconds, the car came to a stop by the tree line. At the moment it stopped, the driver’s side window busted, tiny diamond-sized pieces of glass cascading everywhere. Rough arms yanked the driver out.

It all happened so fast, Darwin could only stare dumbfounded as their would-be kidnapper was lifted out of the car, protesting all the way.

Something clicked beside him. The door he was leaning on opened, and Darwin fell out backwards.

“I gotcha,” H said, his hands wrapped in Darwin’s underarms. H helped him out and Rosina followed.

“What happened? What’s going on here? Who are these men?”

Darwin couldn’t believe it. The driver moaned on the other side of the vehicle.

“This is H. H, this is my wife, Rosina.”

“H?” she asked. “What’s an H?”

“His name is Richard H, but we call him H.”

“Yeah.” H stepped in and extended his hand. Rosina took it.

“We heard about what happened in Rome and it pissed us off. We’re here to help and Darwin said he’d write a documentary about us.”

Rosina looked at Darwin. “You did?”

He nodded.

She shook herself, let out a long breath and stepped up to H. Then, with both arms wide, she hugged him and whispered a
thank you
in his ear. She stepped back and said, “You saved our lives today.”

H didn’t appear comfortable with compliments.

Darwin calculated everything. He had Rosina back. They could leave. But he couldn’t abandon his father. He could still meet with Fuccini. The driver had reported back that Darwin was alone. Fuccini wouldn’t have a problem coming to the hangar now.

“H, I’m going to walk back to the hangar. The meeting is still on. Can I trust you to take Rosina out of here?”

“I’m not going anywhere without you Darwin,” Rosina said.

“I understand, baby, but Fuccini is coming. H and his men and I need to deal with that. They have my father. If we don’t end this tonight, it never will. Just go with H to where they’ve parked their bikes. It’ll be far enough away that you can’t get hurt and we can deal with this guy.”

Rosina hugged Darwin. “You had better walk away from this or I will fucking well punch your corpse. Stay alive or you’ll feel it.”

“You got it baby.”

“She’s a fierce one,” H said. “Wouldn’t want to piss her off.”

“I wouldn’t advise it,” Darwin whispered.

H gestured for Rosina to get moving. Before they were lost to sight in the darkness, H turned and said, “Hey big D, you like how we stopped the car by shooting out the tires?”

“Yeah, H, brilliant.”

H smiled, as far as Darwin could tell in the dim light, and strode off with Rosina in tow.

Darwin realized that the dark wasn’t affecting him as much.

Maybe spending all this time in the dark is fixing the phobia.

He walked around the wrecked Crown Vic. As far as Darwin could tell, the driver wasn’t breathing.

“What happened?” Darwin asked the men gathered around.

“He wouldn’t talk. We asked him where they had your father. We asked him where that Fucconi guy was. He wouldn’t talk. We took it a little too far. Sorry.”

“Fuccini.”

“What?”

“Never mind. Have an eye. The Fuccini people will be here as soon as their boy doesn’t show. I’m going to call them, so I’m sure they’ll be along soon.”

“Got it.”

Darwin pulled out the cell phone and dialed the Fuccini number he’d committed to memory.

“Yeah?”

“You made a mistake.”

“Darwin. How nice.”

“You took my wife again. That was a mistake. You were supposed to trade me for my father. Because you didn’t show and you sent that FBI man as your messenger, he’s dead.”

“I had to make sure it was safe. You could’ve had the place crawling with FBI.”

“And that driver would’ve known if that were the case? He works for them.”

“Not if they were onto him. They would’ve kept it from him.”

“Enough chit chat. I’m at the hangar. I’m alone. I’ve got Rosina in a safe place. It’s all over. There’s just you and me.”

“I’ll be there shortly.”

Darwin hung up and dialed Rosina’s mother. She answered on the third ring again.

No doubt, the FBI are taping this call.

“Isabella, I need to talk to the FBI guy in charge.”

“Darwin there’s no …”

He knew she was told to deny that they were there. He waited.

“I’ll put him on.”

After a murmur, a man got on the phone.

“Darwin, where are you?”

“About to meet Fuccini himself. He’s got my father. We’re doing a trade.”

“What kind of trade? You can’t handle this alone.”

“Sure I can. Look, I’m at the abandoned hangar where it all started. Come as soon as you want. Oh, and that guy you had taking care of my wife is dead.”

“Alfred is dead? What are you talking about? Where’s Rosina?”

“She’s here now. Alfred brought her here to kidnap me too. I took Rosina back and now Alfred is dead. Come and collect the asshole’s body.”

“Okay, wait there for us.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“Okay, bye.”

“Wait!” Darwin screamed into the phone. “Bring a couple of coroners. You’re going to need them.”

He hung up and tossed the phone into the bush.

Chapter 18

Darwin flicked on a switch to the lights in the hangar, but the building remained dark. He remembered lights were on during the night of the accident.

Must’ve been floodlights they had set up for the meeting
.

The only lights that worked were the red ones behind the exit signs. Otherwise, the interior was black, and that was too dark for Darwin.