Elodie Hart;
"Tasting her is like heaven. But Harlow isn't heaven. Nor is she hell; Harlow is the f*cking devil herself, with her sharp intimidation and her cruel way of things, but she tastes nothing like it. She tastes of sweetness and determinati...
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I'd talked to some people tonight, especially the boss of the French mafia along with the American mafia boss too. I had filled them in on what the Italians were planning beforehand, but I also needed to talk to them about business, as well as enjoy the night, before I'd left.
It's not long until I set off back to the plane, back to Spain, right into an attack.
Luciano played a right joke before, sending only two men after us. Fucking funny bastard.
Just he waits until we beat him yet again. We have more ammo and weapons than we've ever had with us before for a planned attack.
We have about three handguns per man coming with us, extras if we'll need them. Grenade launchers situated on both sides of the plane were flying on, in case Luciano's stupid enough to start an attack in the air. Multiple hand grenades, other, larger guns, pistols, rifles.
He won't know what's coming to him.
I smirk to myself at the thought of absolutely destroying him.
But I can't get too excited yet, I've got other things on my mind too. Lesser of importance than killing Luciano, but they're still important.
For example, finding Hugo.
After Marco started taking care of Elodie, I took it to the French Mafia boss, Gabriel DuPont. I told him about Hugo, then proceeded to demand his permission of killing him.
He agreed with me, saying there's no space for a disgusting bastard like Hugo to roam his mafia. He began cursing and all, apologising on behalf of Hugo, which I told him not to. Gabriel is a great man, and he doesn't tolerate disrespect on his grounds. I knew he'd let me kill Hugo without doubt. But there's a time and place for that, and it's certainly not now. So that flowed easily.
Now, there's Elodie, also. I am going to make sure that bastard pays for daring to touch one of my women the way he did, and he better pray to all the fucking gods that she lives.
Because if not, I'm going to make sure his death is slow and excruciating. Make him look at me when he loses his pathetic life, all due to me.
I return back to Marco's car, where Elodie's now led in the backseat of his car, a pillow underneath her head and a blanket over her, with the car door open so she can be checked on.
"So?"
He sighs in relief. "I think she'll be okay, I've checked her, multiple times, signs show she'll wake up. Approximately four hours, give or take, Miss." Good, that's good. Maybe Hugo will he lucky.
I nod, turning to look at the three girls sad on the curb by the car, looking tired as fuck.
"She'll be alright, when she wakes up, check to see if she remembers anything." I say to them all, and they nod in unison, going back to leaning on each other's shoulders to rest.
