24
Eric
An hour later we regroup at Markov Tech in my office with my on call doctor who tends to our wounds.
Alejandro and I both have injuries but he needed stiches.
Tonight was bad and we weren’t prepared in the least. We were ambushed and it could have ended worse than it did. Both of us could be fucking dead.
The advice for me was to go to the hospital to get checked out, but there’s no way I’m going anywhere like that after hearing the shit we’re up against.
I wait until the doctor finishes the prescription for our pain meds and leaves before I gear up to talk.
Alejandro straightens up against the sofa and sighs.
“Looks like we have our work cut out for us, we were being watched tonight,” I state.
“I know, amigo, and the motherfuckers got away.”
“Yeah. I don’t know if that means we’ve lost whatever advantage we had over them. They’ll know now it’s us who’s been screwing with them and taking out their guys.”
Alejandro nods. “I feel like I don’t know what to do, Eric. I always know what to do. I’ve been in this game for a long time and in all my long years this is the first time I’ve been like this and I have no fucking idea who this person is who’s out to get me. None whatsoever.”
Neither do I.
“Jude Kuzmin and Igor Evanovich promised Robert many things including connections when he got me to Brazil. Those are the only two big names I have and Jude is dead. I don’t think it’s Igor.” I wondered if it was him at first but he seemed to have lost touch with Robert after they took me to Brazil. The job was done and Robert was given what he was promised.
“I don’t think it’s Igor either, it sounded more personal.”
“It did because Bernardo said he knew things and still knows things.” That sounds like someone Alejandro knows. Someone with a vendetta who doesn’t just want to take his empire.
“I think I’m in a very dangerous situation here.” A streak of worry pinches his brows. “And I’m not going to know who’s playing me from who’s not. Micah is just one person. This guy is the real deal.”
“But he thought Micah would be the strongest to take you down, so that means he can’t do it himself,” I point out.
“I guess so, but he has to be powerful to entice a man like Micah in the first place. It’s like the tiger getting a lion to help him win a battle. I suppose though, El Diablo as Bernardo called him, just offered Micah something he wants. Something that would give him a shot at getting the leadership in the Camorra.”
“If we take down Micah and Robert then we weaken him.”
He releases a ragged breath. “Yeah, I guess that’s all we can do until I know more.”
“I’m working on the tracker.” Still working on it and trying to figure out what the fuck to do to find them. “It’s looking like that’s still our best chance of getting to them before their big plan so let’s keep going as we are. Even though they know we’re on to them, I think they’ll just try to be more careful because they’re too close to getting what they want to fuck things up.”
“Or so they think. The only wild card we have is the girl. She’s a threat, amigo. Now we know how much of a threat she could be because we know Micah’s plans. Even if he cut out her eyes and sliced out her tongue that fact that she draws breath would be a threat. Getting leadership of the Camorra is like having the world at your beck and call.”
His words raise the hairs on the back of my neck and my blood pounds harder in my chest. I don’t like any mention of Summer in this mess but I know Alejandro is right.
The only way to keep Summer safe is to kill them before they kill her.
That is the answer and the way to fix all of this.
“I’ll find a way to track them. I can do this,” I say with determination and he nods.
“I hope so, amigo.”
* * *
As I head home everything that happened tonight plays through my mind and I find myself thinking about Summer, who probably hates me now.