Carmine
Most nights, I'd be out cold the minute my head grazed the pillow. Long shifts and daunting cases made it that easy. It's not like my case load has been lightened since having Olive stay here. If anything, there's been more then usual. I'm not sure if my captain found out she was here and is just throwing everything my way to make sure I'm around her less.
I wouldn't put that past him. Before I was assigned her case, I was never given drug busts or domestic disturbances. Now I'm being given several a day and working 16 hour shifts. I should be fucking exhausted.
But I'm laying here, restless. I can't seem to shut my stupid fucking mind off. All I can think about is Olive.
Despite the long hours, We've seem to form a bond. Not a big one at all, but she's not as closed off and neither am I. I suppose it makes it easier when both parties grew up in a fucked up household.
I closed my eyes and tried to imagine anything else. Sheep and clouds. But my mind kept backtracking to the girl sleeping in my room. She was wearing my clothes and for some reason, that drove me crazy.
I sat up and grabbed the remote. It was becoming more and more clear that sleep wasn't an option. I clicked on some random show and idly watched. I couldn't care less about tv.
I felt the couch dip next to me and looked to see Olive wrapped in a blanket, half awake, next to me.
"Good morning," She said, her voice quiet and drowsy.
"Why are you up?" I asked, not minding the company, but she was still in recovery. She needed the sleep.
"Your room is cold." Olive yawned and pulled her legs up onto the couch. My room didn't get heat and I hadn't had time to go get a heater. Maybe I'd do that tomorrow.
"Yeah sorry." I turned back towards the TV. We sat in silent for a while. It was peaceful and I finally began to grow tired. I looked back towards Olive who was know leaning against me, out cold.
She looked so peaceful. The look of pain was gone and replaced with a slight smile and blush. I wish that look was stay gone.
***
Olive
Last night, Carmine and I fell asleep together on his couch. It was weird yet I felt comforted. How could I get comfort from a fuckin pig? I don't care if he's nice or helped me. He's still a pig and they're not to be trusted.
But for some reason, I wanted to trust Carmine. But if I take that step and let him in, He becomes a target. Once they find out I'm here and with him, he will be murdered and so will I.
I can't do that to him. He was a good man and I was a barracuda.
I finished writing a note and left it on his refrigerator. It was just a quick goodbye and a thank you. And as I hung it, for the second time in a month, I cried. I didn't want to leave. I wanted to stay and be here with him. He made me feel safe.
But he wasn't safe. I grabbed my bag and left as quick as I could. I needed to get home and start preparing. I don't give a fuck if I'm a one man army. I'd make them pay for what they did.
Today was a meeting amongst families. Once a year they're held to negotiate trades and territories. No one is expecting me to show which makes it the perfect time to make an appearance.
***
It didn't take long to figure out the meeting spot. They chose an abandoned parking garage that was in the middle of construction. I'd be able to sneak in and hide easily amongst all of the machinery and cement barriers.
I waited impatiently as few blocks away. It was always hard to pinpoint the exact time of the meets. When the black SUV's begin to pull up is usually a good indicator. Mafia Families love originality yet they all had the same vehicles.
I waited for what seemed like hours before I spotted the first one. No doubt Dominique Manfredi would be the first to arrive. Manfredi was always trying to take territories in return for money. His end goal was to control all of Boston. But as long as Im alive, that won't happen.
Carlos Gambino would be the next to show. He didn't give a fuck about territory. Gambino was more into investing into artillery and firearms. He was the supplier for most families. But his rates were, well, we will say extraordinarily high. Gambino traded his supply for women. Didn't matter the age or race or even body type. He just wanted to add to his collection.
After him would likely be the Mangano brother's. They owned half of Boston together and had no plans of relinquishing their share. They just showed up to the meetings for the drama.
And lastly, would have been my father, or now me. But everyone is under the impression I'm dead. It'll be so satisfying seeing their expressions when they realize I'm not.
***
Carmine
I tapped my foot impatiently while I waited for our Captain. He had told everyone to gather in the precinct. If this was a waste of time I'd be pissed. I was to fucking tired to put up with another stupid case.
After almost half an hour of all of us waiting here, He finally showed. A smug grin on his face.
"Good evening, Boys." He greeted happily. Why was he so cheery?
"Evening, Cap." I greeted, "Why are we here?"
"Great question, Detective Vasquez." Captain held up a piece of paper with some sort of writing.
"Anonymous tip about a meeting between all the bosses tonight. If we do this right, We can bust them all. We'll get Gambino on illegal firearm possession." Captain grin only grew wider and so did mine.
If we busted them, Olive wouldn't have a target on her back anymore.
"We can get him on sex trafficking as well, Cap." One of the other detective's grabbed a folder from his desk and handed it to the captain. Probably some sort of proof of that.
"We may be able to get the Mangano brother's on drug possession. They are- or were- the suppliers for the families. They might still be." One of the rookie's, Richardson, spoke this time. He finally did some research.
"Let's get them then. Vasquez get swat ready." I nodded and stood. I wanted this done as soon as possible.