Betraying Giovanni

Chapter Thirty-Five: War

Vincent Giovanni

I'm down to 10 men and I've only got one gun left, with two bullets, if I had known it was going to go down like this, I would have brought more men and guns. I have no idea where Juan and Angelo are and I lost all coms with Gio, this never fucking end does it. One war ends and another begins, I slowly creep into the captain's control room with my guns drawn, I'm shit scared, but my face says I dare you to try something.

I kick the door down and I find all the captured men in the room.

"Thank God," I whisper to myself.

I picked up my walkie-talkie and let the rest of the gang know that I found them.

A few minutes later Juan and Angelo come running in by then I'd already cut the men loose and signalled the coast guards to come to get us.

"Fucking Russians?" Angelo curses as he tends to the knife wound on his right arm.

One of my men speaks up, "It wasn't the Russians, none of them spoke Russian."

I look at Angelo in confusion, "Then who were they?"

"I think it was the Americans," The guy says, "They said something about their boss named McCredie,"

Shit.

"Who is that?"

"It's the new guy on the streets, they call him the Raptor, but his real name is Thomas McCredie," I explain.

Juan walks into the control room and tells us that the boat has arrived. We all walk out of the control room and the coastal guards come in to dock the ship at the harbour before we leave, we check if all our goods are accounted for and they are, after that we make our way back to dry land.

Once we are back on land, I address my men and tell them about a job well done and I excuse them but tell them to be vigilant and to bring me any information on Thomas McCredie.

In the car, Gio, Angelo and I are making our way back home.

"How do you know who this McCredie guy is?" Angelo asks.

"Prison, you can learn a lot of things on the prison, the guy I shared a cell with, Pops, was once a mule for Raptor and he said that he was the new upcoming King of the Streets here and I laughed it now but now I realise that that little rat, ain't nothing to laugh about."

"How the fuck did he know about our shipment?" Angelo asks.

"From one of our own obviously," Gio says.

Angelo shakes his head in frustration, "I told you we shouldn't have stopped the watchers, that's how we kept our crew in check now look what happened."

"Angelo, my brother chill, I have Juan on the matter, we'll figure out this whole thing."

"I don't trust that boy," Gio says.

"Juan?"

He nods, "There is something about him that doesn't sit well with me man and I'm gonna find out what it is."

"I've already done a background check on him, he's clean," I reply.

Gio gives me a pensive look, "If you say so."

"And besides, he needs this job and Sarah too,"

"Sarah?"

"His sister," I say, "I forgot to tell you that, they are related."

Something about the look on Angelo's face tells me that he knows something, maybe I should be suspicious of Juan or maybe these two dander heads are mad that Juan is getting good at his job.

"Man, I wanna go home and see my son and girlfriend," Gio sighs.

"Julie told me that you need us to babysit the little one?"

"Yes, we are going on a date on Sunday," he smiles, "I hope you don't mind."

"Of course not, Julie and I would be happy to babysit," I smile.

Angelo chuckles and I shoot him a glare and he looks out the window.

The car comes to a stop and the driver opens the door and assists Gio out of the car and into his home before coming back to the car and driving us home.

"I can't believe you lied about babysitting," Angelo laughs.

"Shut up your ass, it's the least I could do,"

Angelo laughs, "Damn right it is, you drag a man out of his home to come to do your dirty work."

'I'm not having this conversation with you, Angelo,"

Angelo rolls his eyes, "Whatever man but at some point, you're gonna have to have this conversation with yourself."

"Stupido."

Angelo pulls out his knife and points it at me and I pull out my gun and point it at him.

"Don't bring a knife to a gunfight,"

With a quick manoeuvre, he cut my hand and took my gun, I hissed in pain and looked at him.

He smirks, "You were saying?"

"You are such a terrorist," I grumble.

"That's what little brothers are Mario, we are here to terrorize you and torture you until death."

I laugh, "I hate you, Angelo."

He laughs, "You love me."

Call me sappy but I do love my little brother more than anything in the world, we've been together since the day he was born, thick as thieves and have always looked out for each other, yes, we piss each other off and play terrible pranks on each other but isn't that what being siblings is all about.

"You spending the night at home?" I ask.

"Of course, Kira is already at the house waiting for me,"

I groan, "I swear to God if you two spend the night humping like rabbits, you'll sleep in the basement."

"That's what you said the last time, and nothing happened."

I roll my eyes, "I was too tired for your bullshit."

"Ha, you're just getting old Fratello,"

Like I said siblings, right?

The car stops and I peek out the window we are home; I open the door and my beautiful future wife greets me.

She runs up to me and jumps into my arms, "I'm so glad you're okay."

"I'll always come home to you baby," I say, she presses her forehead against mine and she places her soft hands on the side of my face and kisses me.

"I've been so bored, Kira isn't exactly the definition of fun," she says, and I can't help but laugh.

I walk towards the door with her still in my arms, "I see you are in high spirits, did the appointment go well?"

She nods, "It did, she's amazing and she's not your typical therapist."

"I know, I'm glad you're getting better mi amore," I smile.

I put her down and she smiled at me.

Behind me, Kira and Angelo are talking about dinner.

"We should order in, I'm sure none of us feels like cooking,"

"I'm already on it," Julie says and disappears into the lounge with Kira right behind her.

My brother and I walk into the lounge, and we throw ourselves onto the double couch, I untie my shoes and kick them off, taking my socks off and putting them in my shoes.

Angelo gets up with a groan, "I'm going upstairs."

"Carry me,"

"Fuck no," he says and walks away.

I look over at the two girls and smile, here's to another successful mission.