Submitting to My Best Friend's Dad-Chapter 883 : Slightly Desperate

*Leo*

I hadn’t been to the real estate firm since I got back from Portland. Shit had really hit the fan that night. I was a little more than pissed that everything with Bianca was nearly ruined that night. Not to mention, those bastards had the nerve to attack my people. How dare they!

There was too much going on. It seemed like I didn’t have enough time for any of it.

Besides, I left the office in very capable hands. The people there were not only well-paid, but they were extremely competent. They knew what they had to do, and they did it well. I was happy to leave the office in their hands and take the time I needed to focus on other more pressing obligations.

Right now, I needed to focus on the family business. Franky and I were still trying to locate either Michael or Elijah. They were like pop-up dolls. One minute they were there, and the next they were gone.

I wanted to use the hammer on them, but every time they went to ground, I couldn’t find them. What made it even more difficult, was that the stupid son of a bitches didn’t mind being caught. They didn’t care if they were seen, that their people were put in jail, or that everyone knew they were instigating the rival attacks throughout the city.

It seemed to me that the LA gangs were idiots. Personally, I didn’t like the idea of my men being in jail or in prison. I disliked even more having my face flashed across the screen of the evening news. Not that it had appeared there yet, and hopefully never would.

It was the principle of the thing. No one in our line of business wanted to be brought in on a technicality nonetheless a felony with evidence piled up against them because they were stupid as hell. I didn’t aspire to be like Scarface or John Gotti. That wasn’t my goal, nor was it the goal of anyone who had any fucking sense.

Franky and I were starting to get a little desperate. I didn’t want any added attention brought to the family. I was wondering if that was the goal of the LA mafia. Were they trying to bring down the heat on us? If so, they were idiots. The heat was coming down on them as well.

We had been flying under the police and fed radar for a long time. Let’s not even talk about the fact that I needed to gain a foothold in that area. We needed to build up a larger network of police officers that were in our corner. But if this kept up, we weren’t going to be able to do that.

I needed more time to get more cops on the payroll, so when shit like this went down, we wouldn’t be the ones having the heat come down on us. If we had a few officers, detectives, and even the chief of police in our pockets, we would have a better foot hole on our territory. As it was, we were too busy trying to stay under the radar to do exactly what it took to take Michael and Elijah out.

I wanted to put an end to this war as soon as possible. I didn’t want this war to still be going on when Bianca started school. Having her in such a public arena with stuff like this looming over us, I’d damn near kill myself worrying about her. I was pretty sure no one knew about her yet, but I couldn’t be sure of that. How long would that last?

I had a pretty good small security detail on her at all times without her knowledge. I kind of wanted to keep it that way. I didn’t want her to know about her protection detail. That would bring up more questions, and cause me to do more lying. I was starting to get extremely uncomfortable lying to her. I never really liked it, but the more I loved her the harder it got to lie to her.

The problem with this going on for longer than a couple of days or even a week, which it already had, was that someone somewhere would find out about Bianca and how much she meant to me. If that happened, her life would be in constant danger. it wouldn’t be long before somebody found out, and then my worry would become more than a reality. I didn’t want her taken or hurt because of me.

The small detail I already had on her that she didn’t know about was covering things for now. I might have to get a more thorough security detail for her soon depending on how things went.

I still haven’t had a chance to talk with Michael or Elijah. But Elijah had been talking quite a bit to the men we’d captured from their side. Elijah seemed to be pretty confident that he could stop me from being the Don and take over our territory.

If he believed that, he was an idiot. I had no intention of letting him get a foothold in my territory or take over my family. I was going to do everything in my power to make sure that Michael and Elijah went down and that they didn’t get anything from me or our family.

Elijah was considerably cocky for a lowlife scum. All we needed was for the information that we had come across recently to pan out. Franky and I had a lead on Elijah’s whereabouts for tonight. We were planning a raid on that location.

“Here, look at this,” Franky said, holding out a blueprint to me with marks on it.

I looked at the markers he made on the blueprints that he held out. It was a blueprint of the location that he’d told me about earlier. “Is this the exit?“ I asked, pointing to one of the markers.

“Yes, this is the exit, and this is the entrance. However, there are doors every fucking wear. Look here,” Franky pointed out another marker, showing a door that looked as if it may not be one that was used at all, or if it was, it may be used by servants.

“You’re not thinking that they don’t know their own building, are you?” I asked, thinking it over.

“Not sure, I mean, you and I would know every nook and cranny of a building we bought, so we can’t assume that they don’t know. It’s just that it’s not usually used, we can use it.”

I thought about it for a minute, looking at the blueprint and the different types of markers Franky had used. The neon green markers were for the building’s exits. The yellow markers were for cameras, and the blue was for the security system.

“How did you get this, anyway?” I ask, truly curious.

“Public record,” Franky said with a smirk.

“I didn’t know they had blueprints in public records.”

“They do if there’s been recent work done on the building and they needed a permit. As soon as you file the blueprints with the city, they’re fair game. Anybody can look at them.”

Franky, my wonderful enterprising , excellent second in command. He’s always thinking with that head of his. He’s so fucking smart. It had always amazed me that Elio didn’t make him the Don.

“OK, so how are we gonna do this thing?” I asked, seeing a couple of ways we could, but wanting to see what Franky suggested.

He was usually very good at stuff like this. I often look to him for advice or assistance because he had more experience than I did. I was the Don, but I wasn’t stupid enough to not use the talent I had behind me. A leader was only as good as his subordinates.

It was always good to have somebody who was strong and powerful to help get things done. Delegating was a part of the game, and learning from your men and women was the second part of the game. Making sure to have people around you that would cover your six was probably, the golden rule in our business.

Franky did all of those things and he brought with him the talent of ferreting out information and knowing something about just about everything. I’ll bet he could sit and talk history with Bianca sometime. I just couldn’t have him around her that often because she didn’t know about the business

Franky had that sense about him that Bianca seemed to notice about me. It was more evident in Franky than it was in me. So, I tried to keep them apart for the time being.

“We can put men here, here, and here,” Franky pointed to different spots on the map, where we could set men to guard those entrances so that if they needed to, they could buzz our phones to let us know what was going on.

“How about another man here?” I asked, pointing to one of the exits that seem to be obsolete or at least not as often used.

“Good idea,” Franky said, marking down the location with the name of the soldier he’d assign there.

“OK, first step, now let’s talk about getting in.” I said, pointing to the first door he and I talked about that looked like a servant’s entrance.

“No, I don’t think we should use that door at all. They are probably expecting a hit on that door.”

I looked at the blueprint for a moment and nodded my agreement. Franky had a point. If it were me, I would definitely put a guard on that door just in case somebody tried to hit it.

“What about here?” I asked, tapping a finger to the entrance at the front of the building.

Franky gave me an odd look.

“What is the old saying? Hide in plain sight?” I asked, looking at him with a smirk and a lift of an eyebrow.

“How do you plan to do that? “Franky asked, giving me a scowl.

I plan to go in as me, alone, as if I intend to party. Then, while I’m drinking my cocktail, be surprised and afraid along with the rest of the crowd when my men come in with a vengeance.”

Franky gave me a thoughtful look, then looked back down at the blueprint.

“I don’t know about that, Leo. Didn’t you say you needed an alibi?”

“Yes, I’m definitely going to set that up, but going in as if I’m just there to have a drink or hang out does it mean that I’m there to raid the place. No one knows about me, especially not the police. Most of them think that I’m a really cool cat that just has a lot of money.

Franky studied the blueprint again and thought about it some more. While he thought about my suggestion to at least get myself in and possibly let the other men in after me, I looked at the blueprint again. There were other interesting ways in, but going in head on seemed the best idea to me.

However, I would go with whatever Franky thought was best. He was more experienced with this and would possibly keep more men from getting killed. I was still highly pissed over the men that Elijah and Michael had taken out the last time they attacked us. We had that battle, and we lost a couple of good men. I wanted to give it back to them. I wanted to make life a living hell if I could.

“I tell you what, we play that part by ear. Let’s get the rest of the plan together,” Franky said.

Franky and I stood at the desk, looking over the blueprint and assigning men and taking care of the night’s plans. Now, all I needed was a very public alibi. I was heading home to make sure I had one.