The Mafia's Daughter

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Chapter 26 (Taking out Vladimir)

"We have Vladimir's location." Deuce was informing them of the situation at hand, the shape of things upon their arrival. They'd managed to seek out Vladimir's location and were keeping strict watch over him in case he tried to go anywhere. "He's currently dining at one of our dining establishments. Unbeknownst to him, of course. Our men have sealed off the exits, but he's not alone, he's got an ample supply of his guards dining there as well." Gabe huffed while PJ merely glanced up in the sky. Gabe wasn't sure whether to accuse Vladimir of being stupid or brilliant.

"Seems like a mix of brash intelligence and foolishness," PJ muttered, "Dining at a place owned by the enemy but at the same time, he brings a bunch of guards. I'd call that recklessness, really." Was it not reckless what they were about to do? Granted, they did have a plan mapped out this time. Vladimir would be under strict surveillance apparently, but he was on their playing field. "Deuce, you said your people are prepped?"

"Yeah man. We're going to let Gabe sit down with Vladimir, to 'negotiate' peace. Under inspiration from the Godfather movies, we've got one of our own men stationed in the bathroom. After a few minutes, our soldier will step out and unload into Beppe's underboss. Be ready, because the second this happens his guards are bound to break out."

"Right. Gabe?" He looked up to PJ, trying to swallow down his own nerves at this. He was beginning to worry that once this happened, first instinct of the guards would be to shoot at him, and he was supposed to be unarmed upon entrance. "You understand when this happens, I want you going under the table to shield yourself until you can get a weapon. Once you do, get the fuck out of there. Got that?"

"Yeah, I understand."

"Don't take any unnecessary chances. Damian and I will get in there as soon as we can." He trusted them, more than anything, and that was important for what was about to go down. He didn't want to wind up dead. The plan was essentially to grab a gun, get out of there, jump into the getaway car and drive.

At the diner, Gabe entered to see a full establishment. Most of the people in there were suits, eating lavishly while glaring up at him. In the center of it all was Vladimir, feeding his face with a thick looking steak. His back was facing the bathroom. Gabe turned his gaze to the restroom to see one of the Martinez soldiers walking into the restroom. He was marked in civilian clothing while the rest of the Cubans were in their own uniforms. Their uniforms consisted of grey vests over navy blue dress shirts and dark slacks. Garcia's soldiers were more lavishly dressed in similar white tuxedos and fedoras as their Don was dressed.

The Beppe soldiers had purple polo shirt uniforms with black denim jeans. The restaurant was filled with half and half, one side consisted of the Cuban soldiers and one side consisted of Beppe's.

Vladimir glanced up at Gabe and motioned him forward, well aware of the peace negotiation. As Gabe moved forward, Vlad faced his palm outwards and he stopped moving. "Okay frisk him first," Vladimir stated. One of the guards moved over and Gabe lifted his arms out, sighing heavily as the man patted him down.

"He's clean, boss."

"All right. Gabe, have a seat." He did as instructed and glanced around for any civilians. Fortunately most civilians had been somehow pushed out the door, they didn't need any civilian casualties for what was about to happen. Vladimir chuckled and leaned forward, clasping his hands together over his plate. "I have to say, that was something else over there at the states, but am I to assume you've finally decided to cross over?"

"Well…you know how it is, my brother being Don Bosca's underboss and all." The waitress set a glass of water down before him. He took the glass and sipped on the water while Vladimir slowly nodded his head. "I've been living in his shadow for years, maybe I want to make a name for myself, you know."

"I see, so you want to show up your older brother." Vladimir leaned back and gently tapped his foot on the ground, scoffing under his breath. "Here I thought that little wench had you wrapped around her finger." Gabe tensed at the remark towards his girlfriend, but he held his stoic expression still. He wanted to lash out and strike him, but the time would come.

"Yes, but I've only defected from you because of the lies. Nobody discussed to me that the hostages were her family. Much less, that of Don Beppe's." Vitale nonchalantly waved his hand in the air and Gabe raised an eyebrow, awaiting whatever excuse the man had for this. "So why the lie? Why keep the truth from me? It makes me question loyalty ties."

"Ah yes I understand. Well if you must know, it is the don's former wife and her new family that we have. We have them held up in a warehouse here in Havana. We'll have to learn of your loyalty to us first. I want you to tell me where your girlfriend is hiding out, then we will discuss further plans."

"Oh? Okay…" There was no way in hell he would divulge Jo's location. Even if this was all a sham, he was not giving her away to the enemy. His eyes slanted as he spotted the soldier at the bathroom door, the man was beginning to step out. Vladimir was completely in the blind, unsuspecting due to this conversation. "Well then. As far as I know, she's with the Italians." Vladimir tensed and clenched his hands into fists, growling at what was likely to be seen as an impossible situation. "I'd say there's going to be a bloodbath if you try to get her without careful planning."

"So you would hand us your girlfriend without question? I see how it is…"

"Well…" Gabe started to smirk, his heart swelling with pride as the soldier began to remove the machine gun from his coat. "No. I wouldn't." Vladimir raised an eyebrow and Gabe quickly grabbed the steak knife and slammed it down into Vladimir's hand. The man screamed in pain and seconds later the soldier had begun to fire shots into Vladimir's back. Gabe watched in shock with the rest of the people in the diner as the man's body jerked back and forth. The man's scream was endless, and blood flew in almost every direction as this man became a human punching bag. Anger coursed through Gabe's veins as his eyes locked with Vladimir's. "I would never betray the woman I love or my brother to the likes of you."

"Fuck you, Duncan!" Gabe jumped beneath the table just in time to avoid being shot at by Vladimir's guards. More gunfire erupted from the other side of the restaurant. He looked up in time to see nearly every person in the restaurant shooting at someone. Vladimir's body fell onto the floor beside him, the man's eyes wide and his mouth open in eternal agony. Gabe scoffed at him and pulled a gun from the holster on Vladimir's hip.

"Burn in hell." Gabe rose from the table, unlocking the pistol's safety and began firing at some of the soldiers near the exit. He clenched his jaw and made a beeline for the door, then kicked it open. All in all, he was expecting that this fight would be more of a strenuous task, but for him, all had to do was make a run for it.

Once outside, PJ and Damian rushed in with their machine guns. Gabe made it into the back seat of the nearby car Emmett and a Deuce were sitting in. It was there he noticed blood on his hands. He looked down to his side and cursed as a searing pain shot through him, he'd been hit! "Shit! Emmett, I'm bleeding!"

"What?" Emmett looked back to see the widening blood on his shirt. The adrenaline was masking the pain. "Fuck, we'll get you to the safe house soon, PJ and Damian will be there shortly." Gabe looked over his shoulder to see several of Beppe's guards getting into their own cars.

"Well make a run for it! They're coming after us!"

"On it." Emmett slammed down the gas and Deuce leaned out of his side of the car, firing shots at the people chasing after them. Gabe tore off his shirt and used it to apply firm pressure to the wound, grunting as the pain increased. Sweat began pouring from him as he listened to the gunshots echoing outside.

He could hear the click of bullets striking the car, and the sound of shattering glass, but there wasn't much he could do aside from focusing on the wound. After several minutes he heard a loud pop and searing pain hitting his body, followed by complete darkness.

When Gabe awoke, he was in a bedroom laying down on a soft mattress. He heard his brother's voice, PJ was talking with Emmett and Damian. Deuce was there as well. His vision slowly adjusted and a moan left his lips. "What was-Gabe!" PJ rushed over to him, an expression of fear was clearly visible from the tense facial features and the creased forehead. "You had me scared to death, damn it."

"What happened?"

"You were shot in the side and then the back. We got you bandaged up but you've been out for a couple hours now." He started to sit up, but fell back down when pain tore through him once more. "Rest easy Gabe, let your body heal."

"No, I have to get up. I have to fight…"

"No you don't, you'll be just fine. We aren't going to do anything until you're better anyway." He cursed mentally, blaming himself for becoming a liability. Everyone was concerned for him, this was not what he wanted. He looked up to his brother, thinking on the fate of Vladimir and the shootout that occurred. PJ breathed in sharply and closed his eyes. "Vladimir is dead, by the way. We've taken out most of the guards that were there. All we need to do now is take out Don Beppe."

Gabe let out a violent growl as he thought on the man, he now hated this man more than he'd ever hated anyone in his lifetime. How close had he come to death's door? Either way, he was beyond pissed, beyond the point of even the smallest of negotiation. "I want to personally tear him apart."

"You'll get the chance, Gabe." PJ rubbed his hair and let out an exhausted sigh. "We all need rest after what just went down. It's going to take a little time, but once we take out Don Beppe, it will be all over."

"Good. How long till I heal and can get back out there?"

"Not long. You'll live." He smiled at his brother and watched as PJ ran his hand through his hair and paced the floor. He'd never seen PJ so anxious before, but it was an oddly pleasant sight. Perhaps a reminder of his brother's own humanity, something that he felt was important to see.

"All right. I'll be more careful next time."

"Good, I don't want to risk you, there's too much at stake here. I was starting to question my decision to bring you aboard."

"I'm doing this for Jo, for our family and hers. You made the right decision, PJ. Don't question that. We can do this." He moved his hand over his shoulder and slowly sat up, straining himself to ignore the pain. "Let's just do our best. I'm not going to fail anyone." PJ looked over to him and slowly nodded. There was nothing PJ could do, Gabe was going to put himself out there at any cost. They were going to win this war. "We got this."

I wonder if I make my stories too long. I always notice a waning of interest by the time the story gets farther in and closer to the ending. Let me know what you thought of this chapter. There are a couple of chapters left