Her Mob Boss (Book Three Of The Brave Series)

30 - Darkness and Light

Turning off the water, Elena stepped out of the shower, drying her body before dressing in her black leggings, black boots, ad black turtleneck. She put her hair in a tight braid and away from her face. She left the bathroom and headed to the armory room Michael had shown her before getting in the shower. Strapping on a handgun to her thigh, a knife on her waistband and another on her other leg she made her way to the garage where Michael waited for her.

The sound of a knock on the door caught her attention then. She pulled the handgun from her holster and walked to the door, looking out the peephole. Confused, Elena opened the door.

"You know, it seems pretty dumb for you to show up at the door of your enemy, especially when they plan to kill your parents." Elena said to Mitchell as he stood in her doorway and she raised her handgun.

"I'm on your side Elena." He said, as he lifted his hands to show he was unarmed.

"We'll see." She said, gesturing for him to come into the house.

"Jackson won't be waking up anytime soon and the chains are tightened, he won't be getting out." Michael's voice could be heard as he was walking up from the basement. He paused when he saw Mitchell standing in the doorway.

In an instant, before Elena could react, Michael had Mitchell pinned to the front door by his throat.

"What do you think you're doing showing up here, McGreaves?" Michael's voice was stone cold, a tone Elena hadn't ever heard before, and she was realizing, now, why he was one of Santigo's trusted bodyguards. The look in his eyes then, was deadly. Mitchell's toes barely touched the ground as he gripped the arm that held him to the door.

"He says he's here to help, Michael." Elena said, her tone steady, even as her nerves were on end. Michael turned to her then, a question in his eyes. Elena nodded and he slowly let Mitchell down. Mitchell coughed as he kneeled over, clutching his throat.

"Jackson has no chance of escape?" Elena asked Michael. He nodded once and turned back to watch Mitchell stand.

"How are you going to help us, McGreaves? Why?" Michael asked, his icy tone clearly telling Mitchell that lies would be death.

"Because, my family is the epitome of evil. They don't care who they hurt, they just want power and money. Even if we are mafia, we are humans, and there is a limit. After what they did, I can't let them keep this up."

"You want to take over." Elena realized. Mitchell looked to her, nodding.

"Your father would hand it over to you, so why not wait him out?" She asked.

"Because his wife doesn't want to let go of her reign as head."

"Your mother?" Michael asked, confused, but Mitchell scoffed, looking away with disgust clear on his face.

"My mother? Yeah right, that woman has no blood relation to me, and no motherly love, she's made it clear. She's been trying to get rid of me for quite some time now. If she does, there will be no one to take over the McGreaves mantle."

"Get rid of you?" Elena asked, worried about the answer. Mitchell smiled sarcastically.

"Poison in my food, random people trying to kill me on the streets while out on family business, more so than normal anyways."

"And your father?" Elena prodded. She needed to know. She needed to be able to trust him.

"After my mother passed away, I was only a means to an end for him. He doesn't give a damn if I live or die. He thought he could beat me into submission, to be his circus monkey. It's about time I return the favor." Mitchell's eyes weren't lying, and even if he was, Elena didn't really care. If he crossed her, she'd put him on the same list his family was on.