The Wild Wolf Pup (Zoe's Rescue Zoo #9)(61)

I step into the warden’s view, kneeling beside him so he can get a better look at my face, my blue eyes pierce him like daggers.

“Warden, you remember me don’t you?”

His eyes flicker before narrowing as he swallows hard.

“Bianci, inmate number two-six-eight-three-five-nine,” he recites.

The motherfucker had the memory of an elephant, reciting my inmate number without error. That’s right, me and warden Valez go way back. Back to the days when I was incarcerated.

Back in the day, Vic couldn’t afford to send someone inside with me, with Val murdered and his organization vulnerable he needed all his manpower on the streets alongside him. He may have thrown my ass in jail without regard for the life I was leaving behind but he kept me alive. He greased Valez’s palm to ensure my safety while I was locked up, a fact I didn’t discover until recently. I was untouchable while I was in jail and no rival organization stood a shot of getting close to me.

If he really wanted me out of his daughter’s life all he had to do was squash his deal with Valez and the G-Man’s men could’ve taken me down. Yet here I am, free and married to his daughter.

Vic did that for me.

Now this one was for him.

“That’s right,” I said. “Now, I want you to listen carefully. My man over here he’s got a slippery finger and some daddy issues he’s looking to unleash.”

“What the fuck man?” Riggs says, smacking me upside the head with the heel of his gun.

“See? He’s a loose fucking canon. It’d be a shame if he shot you before you had a chance to do as I say.”

“Look, I’ve done my best for Pastore while he’s been in my prison.”

“I know and the family appreciates all you’ve done this far but we have a few more requests we need you to make happen.”

“I can’t do shit about his transfer, the Bureau of Prisons controls where he goes and because he’s ill, they are carting him to a medical facility.”

I knew all about that. What Valez didn’t know was we took care of that too. The Bureau had changed the location of Vic’s transfer, dragging his ass further away from New York and not to the prison that the G-Man was in. Good ol’ Riggs came through again, tampering with G-Man’s medical records and diagnosing the motherfucker with testicular cancer, placing him in the same prison as the Vic.

“It’s not about the transfer,” I explain. “Vic will be in Otisville until the end of the week and we intend to get our money’s worth out of you.”

“Do as he says motherfucker. I’ve got a man sitting on your whore’s doorstep and another one hiding in the bushes of your home, spying on your wife as she showers,” Riggs threatens.

“What do you want?” Valez growls.

“For starters, you’re going to reinstate Vic’s phone privileges. He’ll be allowed to call his wife as much as he wants until he gets on that bus,” I begin.

“Fine,” he hisses.

“I’m not finished,” I sneer as Riggs bends down, inching the tip of his gun against Valez’s mouth.

“No more interruptions, asshole,” Riggs reprimands.

“As I was saying, his daughters will visit him, the last time they see their father won’t be in a crowded visitor’s room with every Tom, Dick and Harry doing time watching them say goodbye. You’ll provide a private room for their final visits. You can keep a CO in the room with them but they’ll be allowed to touch their father, hold his goddamn hand if they want to. Same goes for his wife, when Mrs. Pastore comes up to say goodbye to her husband she’ll get the same respect,” I instruct.

“Anything else?”

“A priest.”

“He’ll be given his final rights when he’s transferred,” Valez says.

“Get the man a priest or so help me God…,” Riggs grunts.

“We want the priest present when the daughters come to visit,” I say, not really sure where the fuck I was going with this since it was Mike’s idea. I can’t imagine any kind of good coming from the girls being there when Vic is read his last rights.

“Fine,” he agrees.

Reaching into Valez’s jacket, I pat him down, searching for his phone. I pull it out of his jacket pocket and hand it to him.

“Call the prison, Valez,” I order, pausing for a moment. “Now.” He stares at the phone in my hand momentarily.

“Well, he didn’t fucking stutter,” Riggs growls. I watch intently as Valez reaches for the phone.

‘Thatta boy.

I’ve still got it.





Chapter Twenty-Four




Adrianna and Anthony went through the metal detectors first. My sister was a pro, all the visits she paid Anthony had taught her well, she didn’t even flinch when the female correction officer patted her down. This morning she called me and reminded me to wear a sports bra, anything with an underwire would set the detectors off and I’d either be forced to remove my bra or denied my final visit with my dad.

Still, even with the helpful tips from my sister and the few visits I had under my belt I felt like a fish out of water. I was ashamed to say I wouldn’t miss this and only because no more visits meant not seeing my dad anymore.