Callida pov.
I can feel my pistol pressed up against my thigh teasingly and my fingers itch to reach for it. I know I can't though, Tommy said no one was to be killed. We already have enough shit going on. I hold my breath as black combat boots work their way towards my hiding spot. If I get caught I'm dead. I've already heard way to much private information in this meeting. That was the point but if they realize that their ultimate rivals daughter knows all their plans they're going to want to dispose of the evidence. That's me.
This oaf's getting a little too close for comfort. No, no, no, come on big guy turn around. He starts too but fuck me for not putting my phone on silent. A beep comes from my bra and I groan. Nice job Callida. Big guy's head perks up and he turns around cautiously walking over to the pile of boxes stacked around me. He peers over and a smirk crosses his ugly face. "Looks like we've got an eavesdropper." I bare my teeth at him sliding my fingers down to my holster. He reaches down with lightning speed and grabs a handful of thick hair yanking me to my feet. "Hello Callida." Al chuckles his good eye flashing with lust. I cringe away in disgust.
My fingers wrap around the cold metal handle. "Goodbye Al." I say with my infamous smirk. I pull the trigger. Blood spatters all over me and the boxes surrounding us. His hold loosens and I watch in fascination as he drops to the floor, holding his chest and gaping like a fish.
The yells coming from his lackey's shock me out of my disbelief. Fuck. I take off back towards where I came in, Sliding under the closing garage door. I'm surprised that shit still works. I practically fly into the black van's passenger seat. Giovanni's eyes widen when he see's the blood coating my favorite leather jacket. "It's not mine. GO!" I order as bulky bodies start to run out of the building. Gun shots follow us for almost a mile.
No one tries to follow us after that. They know who it was, and they're going to have fun getting rid of their problem.