Total pages in book: 247
Estimated words: 248926 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1245(@200wpm)___ 996(@250wpm)___ 830(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 248926 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1245(@200wpm)___ 996(@250wpm)___ 830(@300wpm)
I put my gaze on the cliffs. “And do not forget your guns.”
The Don's seaside mansion appeared.
White, with turquoise trim, it was a sight to behold. It had three-levels, panoramic windows, and several long terraces.
It had a long flight of steps that led to a long, low dock.
On either side of the mansion were marble fountains with statues carved out of stone.
I'd been to the Don's mansion a few times.
The fountain's rippling waters fed into a large pool, which was reserved for the Don's many swans to enjoy.
Even this far from shore, I spotted the several guards, looking fierce and dangerous on the sides. There were even three large sentry guns on the roof with men behind them.
I lowered my cap and picked up a pole. “We won't be going to the Don's dock?”
“Of course not. I thought the cliffs on the side would work better due to the guns on the roof.”
The more time I spent fighting next to David, the more I confirmed that he was the correct person to be with me.
Maxwell spoke behind me. “Too bad we don't have any fish to bring on shore.”
“We do,” David replied. “Harlem Crew's boat has piles of fish. We bought a good bit from the men who gave us their clothes—”
“The butt naked men.” Maxwell chuckled. “Eh, you think the Italian dudes will trip with all the brothers showing up on shore?”
David raised his eyebrows. “Brothers?”
“Black guys.”
“Oh. No. Black Axe has been allowed to fish in the village since the pact many years ago. It would be nothing out of the ordinary to see many brothers showing up with fish.”
“Then, we are going to have some fun.”
The cliffs came in sight.
We sure will.
Chapter 22
When Life Gives You Lemons
Kazimir
Here we go.
Our boat approached, cutting through the water.
A few of our boats still floated far out behind us. They wouldn’t make shore until several minutes later.
I looked forward.
Seagulls squawked from the top of the cliffs, diving and wheeling in the air, cawing and fighting over scraps of fish.
Harlem Crew’s boats already crowded the shore. Several of them unloaded fishing poles. They’d secured their vessels with rope. Others threw down loads of deep silver-blue swordfish.
Our boat continued forward, heading to an open spot by the cliffs.
Nice and steady.
I made sure my guns remained in their holsters.
We just needed to quietly get all of the men on the outside of the mansion and not alert the security inside. It would take patience, silence, and stealth.
I put my back to the cliffs and perused my unruly crew.
Jean-Pierre placed his violin case on his lap.
Where are his guns?
I sighed.
Already we were starting off badly.
Is he really going to battle with just the bow?
What would the Don’s men think when they saw us? Were we supposed to be a group of fishermen who enjoyed classical music? Or were we the sort of fishermen that apparently hired a personal violinist to journey with us on sea trips? And how was he supposed to defend himself with just the bow?
Perhaps, the psycho will die today?
I curved my lips into a huge smile.
Before the boat could make it to shore, Giorgio stood and placed white plastic gloves over his blue ones. “Let’s get this over with quickly.”
“Relax,” King David spoke through clenched teeth. “Until we get inside of the house, we must be patient, and take this slow, and kill them without using our guns—”
“I have been in these dirty clothes long enough!”
David scowled. “Sit down and shut up!”
The boat hit the side of the rock.
Giorgio stomped by Jean-Pierre and climbed out.
David sneered. “The damn idiot will get us caught.”
I checked the Don’s security on the cliffs. Like David had explained earlier, two of the Don’s security stood at the bottom with machine guns.
Thankfully, they didn’t pay any mind to Giorgio now on the rocky shore or us in the boat.
Due to Scilla being a fishing village, it would not be odd for tons of fishermen to load up on these cliffs.
Before joining the ‘Ndrangheta, Don Fabrizio’s grandfather had been a fisherman. No doubt the Don had joyful memories of going fishing with his grandfather. Maybe, that was why he chose to build his luxury mansion here. Perhaps, he wanted to enjoy watching fishermen from his balcony and reminiscing on the nostalgia of his childhood days.
Currently, the Fabrizio’s two guys watched Harlem Crew chattering about their swordfish and bragging to each other about who had the biggest fish. Three of Harlem Crew even held huge fish high in the air.
Good job.
I had to admit that my mouse’s people were on point.
Still keeping my hat’s brim low, I glanced further up.
Six more men spread along the cliffs, carrying semi-automatic rifles. Most of them gazed out on the water and didn’t even glance our way.
I raised my view higher.
The three gunners on the roof had those huge sentry weapons pointed in the other direction. They probably anticipated me coming from the front of the house, not the back.