I'm Nothing (The Family Book 2) Read Online Free PDF Page B

who’d
come after him. Tonio had killed many people in his life, but so far, he was
being left alone, and that scared him more. He was used to being the one that
was chased, not to doing the chasing.
    At the end of the two hours of negotiating, and coming
up with a plan on how to tackle their current problem, Tonio had wanted
something to eat, and to also see Zara again. Pizza and Zara were a good mix as
far as he was concerned. There were three men close to the family who had also been
close to their fathers. The information they had suggested these men were
working on not only a takeover, but also a mass kill as well. They were waiting
for the right moment to take out all four of them. Tonio wasn’t interested in
dying today, or any other day.
    Driving down toward the pizza shop, he saw the sign
read that it was open but the lights were out. In the back, he saw there was
light, and when he glanced at the time on his dashboard, he saw it was only
ten.
    Zara opened late.
    Climbing out of his car, he made his way toward the
door. Tonio caught sight of a goon and paused.
    Why the hell would Zara have goons in her shop?
    He recognized them as he’d grown up with them, and was
one himself.
    Opening the door to the shop, Tonio made sure he had
his hand wrapped around his gun.
    “The shop is closed,” one of them shouted on a grunt.
    “Sign doesn’t say so.” Tonio gripped the butt of his
gun as the guy came toward the front desk.
    Most of the time, he was recognized for being part of
The Family. However, in rare circumstances, some people failed to do so, as did
this guy.
    “Listen, punk, get the fuck out of here now.”
    Punk? Seriously.
    Tonio reached across the counter, grabbing the
bastard’s tie, and slammed him face first on the marble counter. Drawing his
gun, he pressed it against the man’s face.
    The man grunted, then tried to squeal.
    Out of the back, another man came rushing out. Tonio
held the man down, and pointed the gun at the other.
    “I see we’ve got a problem here.”
    Another man came out.
    What the fuck?
    “Fuck, that’s Tonio Guzman. He’s part of the mafia,”
the third one said, holding up his gun.
    “Ah, I see, a goon who knows when to be fucking
respectful.”
    “You don’t need to be here, Tonio,” the third man
said.
    “It’s Mr. Guzman to you!” He pressed the muzzle of his
gun against the man’s head until he screamed like a little bitch. “Now, tell
me, why you’re here.”
    Silence fell around him.
    “Tell me why you are or I’m going to start going
psycho, and no one is leaving this quaint little pizza shop alive.”
    The sudden feminine scream that echoed through the
shop twisted something in Tonio’s gut. He remembered many feminine screams, and
how he had to keep on doing what his father said even as they begged and
pleaded with him to stop.
    Lifting the gun up, he fired at the third man’s leg,
then aimed at the second. “I’ve got an itching in my hand right now. What the
fuck is going on?”
    “We work for Lucien West, and we’re collecting a
debt.”
    He pulled the man up and slammed him down, knocking
him out. “Have a good sleep.”
    An older woman who looked a little like Zara came out
of the backroom with her hand pressed to her mouth.
    “Where’s Zara?”
    Just as she was about to speak, Tonio heard the
screaming.
    Pushing past the older woman, he made his way toward
the office. He didn’t wait. His life, past and present, seemed to meld into one
in that moment. In the past, he was the one who caused the women to scream, and
now he wanted the chance to protect.
    Tonio slammed into the office, and what he saw sent
him into a rage. Lucien fucking West was in the stages of getting his pants
down, and Zara’s were already wrapped around her ankles. She was fighting,
screaming, begging to get away, but he wouldn’t let her.
    Moving forward, Tonio banded his arm around Lucien’s
neck, and dragged him back, slamming him into the wall.
    “What the