Submitting to My Best Friend's Dad-Chapter 846 : A Well-Executed Plan

*Elio*

Finally, this show was getting on the road. I was tired of Junior’s bullshit, but we had to get the plan just right so each part of the mission would happen smoothly. I didn’t want my wife and child harmed because I was impatient.

Leo was in the driver’s seat. I was sitting shotgun and Franky and Cat were in the backseat, while a second vehicle stood by out of sight. The atmosphere had so much tension in it that it was like a fog over the entire vehicle. No one spoke. Everyone was tied up in knots in their own thoughts and over the parts they’d play in the upcoming scenario.

While the tension was thick in the car, and I still harbored fear of what was to come, I was confident in our plan. Cat would more than likely enter the shipping yard with one of Junior’s guards and face that idiot.

She’d get our child and come back out, and I would go in alone. It was up to me to take Junior out, but if all else failed, I knew Cat would do it herself. I believed that if it had been up to her, she’d have wanted him tortured then killed for ever even thinking of taking our child.

I couldn’t let her do it, not while I was around to take care of her and Emilia. I couldn’t let her put herself in more danger than me. If I went down, only then did I want her to take care of Junior the way she could. I knew she would because not only would she avenge my death, but she’d kill him on principle for ever thinking of even getting near our daughter. So, I was sure either way, Junior was taking his last few breaths before we got there.

In those moments, while we drove toward the meeting spot, I kept going over our plan in my mind. I didn’t have to worry about things not going quite right. I just had to worry about it going off perfectly, each action, each moment. It had to be timed just right. I knew that as soon as Junior became a part of the plan, the plan could go to hell, but I was counting on Junior’s arrogance.

While Junior wasn’t a stupid man and he was actually pretty crafty at times, his arrogance made his actions stupid. Arrogance could cause a man to do things he wouldn’t normally do. It also caused them to make astronomical mistakes, like taking my child and requesting that I give myself up for that child.

Junior was crazy as hell. He wasn’t thinking right. He was out of his mind if he thought I wouldn’t give up my life for my wife and daughter. He was crazy if he thought I wouldn’t fight for myself just because I was willing to trade my life for theirs. It didn’t mean I wouldn’t fight for that life in order to spend it with them.

Just because I wanted my wife and child to live along and happy life, with or without me, didn’t mean I didn’t want to be there with them. So, Junior wasn’t a stupid man, but he was definitely acting like one.

I didn’t care if I didn’t get out of this as long as my wife and child were okay. I wanted to live with them. I wanted our lives to be intertwined and to live many years in peace and happiness, but I would have traded all that if Emilia and Cat were safe, even without me.

When we drove up to the shipping yard, I prepared myself for what was to come. I wanted every moment of the situation to go right, so my wife and child didn’t have to live without me, but if things went south, I wanted to make sure that bastard Junior went down with me.

When Leo, Frankie, Cat, and I approached the threshold, Junior stood in the center of the vast warehouse room, holding Emilia. There were two bodyguards standing on either side of him, guns at the ready. Another of Junior’s men stood in front of us, blocking the entrance.

He was a short little guy because I could see over his head. I saw that there were men swarming all over the warehouse. All of them were on alert and armed. I didn’t count them, but I tried to make sure I knew their locations by heart. In a split second, I wouldn’t have time to think about who was where.

Our little group seemed to be surrounded and alone. Junior didn’t have to know the plan, and I prayed, in that moment of stillness before Cat would walk to Junior and collect Emilia, that everything would go off without a hitch and this wouldn’t be our last goodbye.

Emilia must have seen Cat at that moment because she started to cry.

“Ma-ma,” our little girl cried out, trying to reach for her mother as Cat stood just inside the door.

“Junior, we’re here, let her go.”

“Come closer Cat,” Junior said, and the look in his eyes was of avarice, but I didn’t think he’d do something as stupid as go back on his word, even though his death warrant was sealed the moment he or any of his men put their grubby hands on my daughter to take her from her grandma and bring her here.

His name would be for shit among the families if he were known to double-cross anyone on a deal that was already made, especially involving a child. I’d gotten his word on a recording when we talked earlier, even though I had no intentions of ever letting him live through this little fiasco for me to need it.

“Stay alive,” Cat whispered, and she walked into the warehouse to get Emilia out of that crazy sonofabitch’s clutches.

“Same to you,” I whispered back and watched as the woman I love was trailed by yet another armed guard.

“Mama’s here,” Cat said, pulling Emilia into her arms and patting her back to comfort her.

Emilia’s hiccup-sobs made me want to scream and go on a tirade through the shipping yard, but I had to let them get out of there first. My wife and child had to be safe before anyone drew a weapon with the intent of using it.

“Junior, let them go,” I said, staring at him, trying to make sure I kept a bead on where his hands were at all times.

“Maybe,” Junior said, looking at the way Emilia and Cat held on to one another.

I was surprised to see tears on Cat’s face. While she’d agreed to play the helpless damsel, I never thought she’d use real tears.

Emilia was patting her mother’s hair and kissing her cheeks.

“What a lovely scene,” Junior mocked.

“You promised,” Cat said, her lips trembling and her arms holding our daughter tightly to herself.

“That I did,” Junior said, still staring at Cat and Emilia with a kind of odd longing in his eyes.

I was afraid that the man’s word was for shit just like he was, but he nodded at Cat, and she actually turned her back on that lunatic.

“Kill his ass,” she mouthed to me, and she continued to walk away from him.

“Oh, but the deal was that Elio give himself up. I give two for the price of one,” Junior snapped.

Cat stood right in front of me as if she’d use her body to shield me.

“No!” she shouted. “Junior, please, let us go. Just let all of us go.”

Junior gave a maniacal laugh that had nothing to do with humor. “You’ve lost your fucking mind. No reneging! Get the fuck out of here before I keep all of you,” he said, pointing a throwing knife at my wife. “And take that bastard Leo with you,” Junior ordered.

“Cat, let’s go,” Leo said, his tone soft and coaxing.

“I’m not leaving without Elio. Here,” she tried to transfer Emilia to Leo’s arms. “Take her. I’ll stay with Elio.” 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

“That wasn’t the bargain,” Junior yelled. “Didn’t you teach your woman the rules, Valentino?”

“Shit, Cat, you’re about to get all our asses killed. This is between Elio and Junior now,” Leo said, pretending to pull a screaming and crying Cat from the warehouse just as we’d planned.

I saw that Junior felt he’d won. As Leo appeared to be struggling to get Cat out of there, I allowed Junior his little gloat. Then, as Cat and Emilia were shoved out the front door of the shipping yard, Leo busted the shit out of the first guard and took his weapon.

Knowing that Cat and Emilia were safe, being escorted by the other driver the hell out of here, I launched myself at Junior.

The only weapon this idiot held was that same throwing knife he’d pointed at Cat. For that, if I got the chance, I knew I’d make him swallow the damn thing.

I punched the little fucker in the face, but he punched me back.

I felt the knife slide across my left bicep as I attempted to get out of the way of its arcing path. You’d think that a man who carried knives would know how to use them when fighting, but just as I suspected, Junior was a coward and a bully. He threw weapons, killing from a distance, or he attacked weaker opponents, or he simply slit men’s throats in their sleep.

We fought.

I finally grabbed the wrist of the hand with the knife in it and twisted it ruthlessly as Junior tried to fight me off with his free fist. We were going in circles, probably looking like a circus act when finally, I got a grip on the knife when I broke Junior’s wrist.

I’d promised to make him eat the knife, and the only way I could think to do that was stab it into his throat. One minute Junior was trying to get the knife back and the next, he was gurgling like a fish out of water.

I knew he was a goner. There was nothing anyone could do for him. Only divine intervention would have saved the evil sonofabitch, and that was doubtful to be forthcoming for either of us.

Now, it was time to get the hell out of here. When Leo saw that Junior was down, he started laying down fire and I ran out under his cover.

“We’ll get you bastards. Watch what I say. You’ll never have another day’s peace for looking over your shoulder for me!” one of the guards yelled.

“Yeah,” I said with a maniacal laugh of my own. “We’re so scared. What’s your name again, boy?” I yelled back as me and Leo jumped in the back of the SUV and Franky got us the hell out of there.

I peered out of the back of the window to see if they were giving chase, but no doubt they were trying to help Junior, who was more than likely already dead.

“It’s over now,” I said, turning to look at Leo and Franky.

“Thank God,” Leo said.

Yes, I thought, thank God and all the saints for a well-executed plan.