Mafia love

No cameras and no power. That was good. My skin tingled, and I released a slow sigh.

They walked away from the door, and I grabbed Gigi’s hands.

I practically shoved her in the elevator shaft.

“What are you doing?” Gigi hissed.

“Please remember what I said. Focus on you. When this gets to wherever it leads to, hide. Please.” I gave her a nod of conviction.

“We can escape together,” she insisted with wide, frightened eyes.

“It’s better this way. I get to make sure you make it out this way. I can’t risk them coming in here and seeing where you went.”

“Pleas—”

“Gigi, please, we’re ru

“Okay… you better be safe, Amelia. You’re my sister. Who else will I eat a whole Bangkok street feast and burgers with?” She went to hug me, but the door handle started turning.

“Door’s locked from inside,” the guy called out.

“Shoot it down.” The biker bellowed.

I didn’t waste another minute. I closed the gate, locking Gigi in. She took hold of the rope pulley on the inside and started wheeling herself down.

As she went down, her eyes never left mine. Her tear-filled eyes never left mine.

She was my sister too. I hoped she knew how much I loved her.

Blessed be Gigi.

A gunshot sounded against the door, making me jump.

When another fired, I closed the closet, sealing off the elevator.

Hopefully protecting Gigi.

This was it. I had nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide.

The only weapons I had were these two little bottles of Gigi’s potion.

Focus, concentrate.

Focus.

Another shot sent the door flying open, and biker guy smiled when he saw me.

CHAPTER 15

Luc

I damn well hated to admit, it but if Maurice hadn’t brought Max, Sinclaire, and Cora with him to Chicago, we would have been screwed.

Screwed with no hope, screwed and ru

We would have been well and truly fucked and just damn players in a sick game designed by psychos.

Yesterday, I hadn’t thought I had much hope left, and hell, I still probably didn’t, but what we had now that we didn’t have yesterday was opportunity.

Opportunity and tact.

Cora had worked some damn magic and was able to give us a map to plan out everything.

The plan was to get inside the prison via the sewer that would lead straight into the building. It would take us to the back side, where there was no power. It was the side that had housed the more-acute-level prisoners.

She’d set out all the areas that had surveillance, and this way was the best. We could get inside without being seen.

We were in the sewer now and had just walked two miles in from the park.

The place was empty and as abandoned as most of everything on this side.

We weren’t far now.

That was what I kept telling myself, so I could keep my focus.

Not long now. Not far now.

And again, it was all hands on deck.

There were twenty of us, and we’d left fifty more guys who would get to the prison above ground. They were scheduled to get there just after us.

The second wave of our army made up of a combo of our guys and our alliances.

We were going in guns blazing.

It made me feel uncomfortable though that Raphael was here. He shouldn’t have come.

We trekked through the passage proceeding along the length. Just behind me, I could hear Sinclaire and Max whispering, but I couldn’t’ hear what they were saying.

Couldn’t have been anything good if they were talking about me.

Raphael and Pa were at the back of the line. I’d asked Pa to keep an eye on Raphael.

The two were the weakest of our pack, so it was best for them to stay out of the way.

Claudius pushed his way up to me and nudged my shoulder.

“You cool?” He nodded to me.

“As ever.” I leaned closer, so the others couldn’t hear me. “Claudius, as soon as we see the girls, give them to Pa and Raphael and tell them to get the hell out of here.”

“Absolutely. Raphael’s struggling to keep up.”

We both glanced behind us and saw that he’d stopped and Pa was talking to him.

Fuck, if he died down here, I’d never forgive myself. I should have insisted more on him staying behind. I understood why he’d come, but damn.

“Don’t worry. We got this.” I didn’t know how Claudius could sound so positive, but I appreciated it.

“You better hope we got this,” Sinclaire cut in.

Claudius and I both looked at him.

“Or else what, cop boy?” Claudius glared.

Sinclaire narrowed his eyes and said nothing.

“That’s what I thought.” Claudius stopped walking. “Do me a favor and stop pissing me off. My brother is an angel compared to me. I won’t think twice about cutting your face off and wearing it as a hat.”

Maurice laughed, and Claudius glared at him, stopping his laugher instantly.

“Come on, guys, now’s not the time,” Max offered and gave Sinclaire a hard look.

I didn’t say anything. I just kept walking. I didn’t care about Sinclaire or whatever shit he had to say.

He could continue talking out of his ass, for all I cared. It was water on a duck’s back.

We weren’t far.

Twenty minutes later proved me right. The tu

Claudius and The Four got their tools out and got to work on unscrewing the bolts that held the cover in place.

It took a little bit longer than anticipated because of the rust that had formed around the bolts, but they did it.

Next order of business was going up.

Claudius and I helped everyone get inside and left ourselves for last.

He got me in, then I pulled him inside.

Sure enough, we were indeed in the toilets. The toilets that smelled stale like old piss and mold mixed together. Although the place was dark, daylight that snuck in from the frosted glass windows showed enough.

Cobwebs cascaded over the ceiling, and the floor was covered in dirt and dust.

It was so dusty that the particles wafted off the ground in clouds as we moved.

I guess as bad as the place looked and smelled, it showed one thing.

No one had been down here in a very long time.

“What now?” Max asked me.

“Amelia and Gigi are on the fifth floor. We can get to the cell she’s in from this side. The surveillance stops just beyond the corridor she’s being kept, so we have to be ready to party when we come up on camera.” At least it would be a lot of us. The strongest team.

“Okay. Let’s do this.”

We moved through the toilet and went out to the corridor which kept that dank smell about it. Dank and mold. It instantly made me feel like taking a bath.

The place reeked of uncleanliness, but more than dirt. It was the evil done by the prisoners that had been held here and died here. This place was one of the facilities that conducted the death penalty by both poison and electrocution. They did other things too, of the inhumane variety.

Lobotomies and other things I didn’t want to save in my brain.