Assumption (Underground Kings #1)(57)

Justin has been at the hospital as much as I have. I can tell that the thought of losing Autumn from his life has affected him as much as it has me. He isn’t in love with her, but he loves her like a sister and is one more family member she didn’t have before but has now.
“See you.” I hang up. A few minutes later, I answer the phone, looking at the clock again. “Yeah?”
“I was told you need to speak with me,” Kai says, and I lean forward and feel my muscles tense.
“I need you to set up another meeting.”
“I’m sorry about your situation, but—”
“Do not f*cking tell me you can’t get me a meeting,” I cut him off, feeling the phone cracking in my hand. “This is my woman. I need this shit done so when she comes home, she knows she’s safe. Get me the meeting.”
“You’re putting me in a very bad position.”
“What would you do if this shit happened to your woman?” I growl.
“Kill every single motherf*cker who even thought about hurting her,” he replies back, his tone dark.
“Give me what I want.”
“I’ll make the call, but you owe me,” he replies.
Kai isn’t the kind of guy I like owing favors to, but at this point, I would make a deal with the devil to get what I need. “Thanks, man.”
“I’m very sorry about what happened.”
I hear the sincerity in his voice, but that does nothing to ease the fury that’s been pumping through my veins since this shit went down.
“Me too. Call me when it’s set up.” I hang up and shove my phone in my pocket before heading to the hospital.
*
“You told me she was off-limits,” I tell the two men sitting across from me. “You said you were putting a leash on your f*cking dog.” I got into Vegas two hours ago on Sven’s private plane after I learned that Paulie Amidio had agreed to have a sit-down with me.
“Do you know who you’re talking to?” Paulie Amidio Jr. asks, sitting forward.
His father, Paulie Sr., puts his hand on his shoulder, pulling him back. Anyone can tell they are family. They are both dressed identically in black suits, both have dark hair slicked back from their faces, and both have dark skin and crystal-blue eyes.
“We were under the impression that it was over. Unfortunately for all parties involved, Vincent didn’t feel the same.” Paulie Sr. starts rubbing the bridge of his nose.
“Where is he now?” I ask. I don’t care what the f*ck is going on in their organization; the only thing I care about is getting this shit settled.
“My men are looking for him now,” he says, and his son nods.
“I need a list of the people he associates with.” I will find him myself if I have to.
“Do you think this is Match.com?” Paulie Jr. asks, and it takes everything in me not to shoot him in the f*cking head. This little f*ck is greedy for power. I saw it during our first meeting, and I see it now.
“Son,” his dad says in a harsh tone.
“Fuck that, Pop. This is bullshit,” Junior says, starting to stand.
His dad wraps his hand around his arm and pulls him back down into his chair. “This is my f*cking family. You do what I say when I f*cking say it,” Senior tells him, slamming his fist onto the table in front of him. When the younger man’s eyes come to me, I see embarrassment and anger, but he covers it quickly, ducking his head. “I’ll get you the information you asked for, but if you find him, you bring him to me,” Paulie Sr. compromises.
“What are you going to do with him?” I ask, because in my mind, death is the only option at this point.
“That’s family business,” he says vaguely.
“That’s not going to work for me. He put two bullets in my woman. I want him six feet under,” I state, trying to keep my cool.
“He won’t be a threat to you after I get him.” His tone is cold, and I immediately nod.
“I’ll be waiting for your call,” I tell him, standing and leaving the room.
Kai doesn’t follow me out into the parking lot right away, so I take the time to call my mom and check in. She gives me an update about Autumn and Tubs, telling me that both are okay and Autumn seems to be doing a lot better today; she got out of bed and took a shower. That’s all great news, but it would be better if I were there to see it for myself. Autumn was upset that I was leaving, and I could see it in her eyes that she was afraid, but I needed to see to this situation myself. I’m not leaving anything to chance.
*
“Tell me where the f*ck Vincent is,” I growl, digging my thumb into the open wound on Alfeo’s thigh. I have been at this for over two hours and still have nothing.
I picked up Alfeo outside his place of business in Vegas at a house known for selling *. Normally, I would turn my eyes at this, but Justin got back to me with information, and this house has been on the cop’s radar for the last year. They’ve beentrying to build a case against Alfeo. Seems he has a preference, and that preference is for young girls who are mostly runaways and high school dropouts with nowhere and no one to turn to. He gets them addicted to blow and then puts them to work.
“I’m not telling you shit,” Alfeo says as spit and blood fly out of his mouth.
“That’s not the right answer.” I pull the knife I shoved into his left thigh out and slam it into his right one.
His scream fills the small space, and I shake my head. For a man who acts so f*cking hard, he sure as f*ck screams like a chick.
“I’m getting really f*cking sick of this game. Tell me what I want to know or I’ll put a bullet in your f*cking head.”