Chapter 82: Was I A Fool?
Vito
Was I a fool? Of course not.
Gotti was in the hospital and Nico had also been attacked. Worse, Castilo was dead. Aware of my own limits, even with all the power I had, it would have been foolish to think I could survive.
So of course the moment I received the letter, I instantly agreed and began to send any and all information about what was discussed. I was to keep my eyes on them and the progress of finding the enemy who was trying to kill us, and I did it well.
Aware that once I decided to change teams there was no going back. Which was why the moment I received another letter in my estate urging me to meet, I instantly got up and headed to the location with glee.
Sending letters was one thing and at first I had been infuriated by the insult, but meeting in person was another. It meant that they valued me enough to show me their face, which was enough.
To call himself a king, he must be very strong, I thought, ordering for my guards to follow closely behind me as I got out of the car and looked around the empty warehouse district.
We were meeting in my own territory and there was nothing to fear, still the last thing I wanted was to be secretly attacked and eliminated.
But I had just gotten to the door of the building when I spotted just two men standing at the door.
Expecting them to check me for weapons but they didn’t, even as I urged my bodyguards to wait, tapping the guns in my side holder under my jacket.
I stepped in, annoyed at the darkness even though I could spot a faint light coming from a dim light source as I stepped forward.
Two people were seated and I could also spot a couple more men along the walls with guns. Not the least bit happy to see that whoever they were, they didn’t trust me with any information about them.
"Hiding in darkness?" I said before I could hold my tongue, feeling anger well up inside of me. A slight urge to run my hands through my bushy beard, but I didn’t. I simply stood there with a frown.
Even more annoyed that they had brought seats and sat while I was forced to stand. I was a mafia lord and this was my territory.
"He sounds displeased! I thought he agreed to serve?" A deep manly voice sounded from the one on the left. Squinting in the dark to try and make out a face, but all I could see was a tall stature. I couldn’t make out any part of his clothes either, only that he wore a shirt and pants.
"He did and he has served well! He just has a bit of a temper!" The one who sat on the right said in response with a slight bow of his head that showed that he was subservient to the other.
Again, I couldn’t make out any of their faces which annoyed me even more as the light source lantern had been placed closer to me, obscuring my vision.
"Hmm..." he hummed and it was all I could do to again keep my anger in check, trying to assure myself that when the rest of them were dead, I would be the one that remained alive, reaping the benefits of my own wisdom.
The one on the right began to speak again, his voice light and steady with a polite resonance that was enough to make me ignore the one on the left.
"We appreciate your work so far. According to the deal, you would be given free rein over your territory and more once the expansion begins and the government projects are dished out," he began.
"This is a good opportunity to make loads of money and it would be bad if we allowed emotions to get in the way," he said like a parent would speak to a toddler, which infuriated me as I glared right at him.
Speaking in a snappish manner, since whatever I expected from this meeting was clearly not something I was going to get.
"Is there a reason why you asked to meet me here or are you both just trying to waste my time?" Even more angry about the fact that clearly neither of them were the so-called king and they were simply messengers, yet acted like they were more than a mouthpiece.
The one on the right let out a long sigh while the one on the left, who was clearly taller and bigger, chuckled—a low rumbling sound that echoed in the empty building we all stood in.
I had better things to do rather than stay there and continue to allow myself to be insulted, I thought as I heard the one on the right begin to speak.
"We killed Castilo, attacked Nico which he unexpectedly survived, injured Gotti who also barely survived and have yet to touch you, don’t you think that draws too much attention to you?" the one on the right spoke, his voice low, steady but clear as I scrunched my face together trying to comprehend.
"I’m lucky I guess. I give you the information. It’s not my fault if you can’t kill them," I responded, only to hear the man on the right continue to speak just as the one on his left slowly got to his feet.
He was huge. Taller than even Nico, who was one of the tallest men I knew, as he stepped closer to me, my hands moving closer to the gun on my side as my heart thumped harder in my chest the moment I saw his face.
It was grotesque. Torture scars and burns that never healed properly, enough that it was hard to even describe his face.
"To ensure your loyalty on our side and you from being suspected by the other side. I apologize in advance, but we’ll have to take some steps to ensure it!" he continued to speak as I began to take steps back, glancing at the locked door and the armed men who stood around the warehouse.
"How dare you!" I screamed in anger and fury. "You’re trying to kill me? We had a fucking deal. I’ve been loyal!" I screamed, watching another of the men who stood by the wall approach with a bag which he dropped and opened to reveal guns and grenades.
My heart thumped harder as I watched him pick up two of them and raise them up like they were appropriate to be used.
"Relax, Mr. Vito. We have no intention of killing you!" the man who seemed to never shut up continued to talk. "...but we are going to take an arm. Maybe a leg!"
He was barely done when I pulled my gun, only to feel a searing pain at the back of my head which was enough to send me to the ground, my vision darkening.
