Luciano | Book I ✓

Chapter Twenty-Eight

"I've been here the whole time," I nearly jump as William smiles from his position on the couch. His feet are propped up by a pillow and a cookie rests between his lips. He bites down, before pulling it out his mouth. "What do you need?"

I bit back every rude, disgusting remark I could've spit in his direction. "Get up," I groan. I had grabbed Faith by the bicep, leading her to Will as he stands up, brushing off his pants. "Take her, go upstairs to my room; do not leave. Do you understand?"

"Wait, Liam," She was struggling against my grip, attempting to turn her body around to face me. Somehow, she manages to twist her torso in my direction; I pull her close and shake my head, already knowing what she's about to argue.

"That wasn't a suggestion, Fi; that was an order."

She knew she was beat. Her face fell, but I feel like she knew it was the best option; especially if the feds were at my door asking about her. Despite everything we've been through; she was still kidnapped. I brush a strand of hair away from her face, before she wraps her arms around me in a quick hug. I could hardly hug her back, before the doorbell rang and she was whisked away by a protecting Will.

I turn around, only to face the last two men that stood there, nearly expressionless – Dominic and Rico. "You two, right now, for this situation, are my security. You stay beside the television, you keep your large mouths shut-" I point at Federico, "-Especially you, Rico, and for the love of god, for the sake of Pete, do not kill the cops."

Rico and Dom both nod.

I shake my head at Rico, "No, Rico, I need to hear it from you. A nod is not enough." He rolls his eyes and steps forward. He raises a palm to the sky.

"I, Federico De Santis-"

Dominic steps forward, handing me his phone. I nearly let out a laugh at the Bible app that is loading on the screen. I signal Rico to pause with an index finger, before shoving the app in his face. He didn't want to admit to the hilarity of it; but he slaps his left hand on the quote on quote Bible.

"Liam Luciano?!" A fist rams into my front door once again, "LAPD, Open the door."

I motion for Rico to hurry up.

"I, Federico De Santis, swear on the Bible, that I will not kill a cop."

Dominic and I clap just as the fist raps on the doors once again, a little harder this time. I watch the two jog to their position. They stand a foot or so apart, hands folded neatly behind their backs. At a first glance, you could never tell they were armed and dangerous; but I knew both of them. Rico, I was sure, had the most weapons on him; a knife stayed positioned in his sock, secured by the ankle part of his shoe. He had – not one – but two guns hidden in the back of his jacket and I was sure he had a throat cutter – or two – lodged in his pants waist band. Dominic tended to travel a little lighter; but he always had two guns on him at all times. They both bow their heads and wait silently.

With a deep breath, I ran my hands down my face. My fingertips brushed against the stubble on my chin. With one more sigh and a clearing of the throat, I gripped the door handle and threw it open.

Two cops stood under my doorway, one had a fist up in the air, preparing to knock again. I plaster a smile on my face as I lean to my left, allowing my arm to support the rest of my wait, by pressing it against the doorframe. My eyes scan over them in a matter of seconds.

They were both young cops, probably in their mid-twenties. Both of them were Caucasian; one with red hair, the only with a honey brown. They were both well-built; but what caught my attention the most, were the guns that were strapped to their waist. I let in a sharp inhalation of breath, before looking them in the eye, and smiling.