Chapter 77 (Dom)

                                    

                                          

When I charged again I got a left hook right into the side of his head which shook him to his rotten core. It's not my dominant hand but it's enough. I couldn't get him any more than that without risking hitting Elio though. Also, I was in so much pain I was already sweating. A body's reaction to too much hurting. 
"Pussy whipped," my father continued. "You're done" I pointed a finger at him. A finger that told him this was nowhere near finished. Wait until I'm healed. Father or not the prick needs humbling. Then I had a thought. My father kept yelling and giving Elio a run for his money trying to rip free. I looked at Rizzo.
"Knock him out," I ordered. 
Rizzo looked between me and my father as if he thought I was bullshitting. "Knock him the fuck out" I growled at him. I know his hesitation was because the man in question used to be his family's boss. Well that ain't the case anymore. He gave me one last look and saw I was deadly serious. It's either my guy knocking him out or my shooting his kneecap out. Nothing more humbling than falling to your knees at another man's feet.
Rizzo is a hard hitter. I'll give him that much. The guy can fight. So I ordered him to swing...and he did. Rizzo stepped forward and Elio side-stepped to let the animal free. When my father came right for him Rizzo swung. Only once. He swung hard on him and clipped him right on the bullseye. My father's eyes crossed and he went stiff, falling backwards. Elio anticipated this and sort of caught the old bastard. He was knocked clean out. The fucker was snoring. Good.  
Rizzo didn't even wave out his fist but I know that shit's gotta hurt. Maybe for him it doesn't anymore. He's been street fighting for years. His knuckles are scabbed over by now. Tougher skin. He just looked down at my father then turned to look at me. Maybe he thought I'd regret asking him. I would've done it myself if I could. So, no I don't regret my father being put on his ass. I only regret that it couldn't be me who did it.
"What the hell's going on?" Rizzo asked me. Calm. Not like he just popped the former mafia king of New York in the jaw. I was still breathing through my teeth like a bull. My chest was heaving. My adrenaline is pumping strong. I can feel the pain but not as much as I'll feel it when it's gone. 
I didn't answer Rizzo's question. I just motioned with my hand giving the order, "Rizzo, go put him in a chair." He nodded and sort of lifted the guy up like a sack of potatoes taking him into the office. My uncle had rushed off to tell his wait staff to ignore everything and assure them things were fine. They know who they work for. They won't comment or question. 
I noticed Elio was being shifty. I thought he was about to give me shit for choking my own father out before having another guy knock him out. That wasn't it though. His eyes shifted from Rizzo's retreating back to me and the now empty space RIzzo had occupied a second ago. He knows better than to keep me waiting. If I have to ask, "What is it?" Then you'll already have me annoyed. 
"I've been contemplating all day if I should tell you this. I promised I wouldn't but..." Elio rubbed the back of his neck and peeked around me to be sure we were alone. "Rizzo's wife asked me for a favor," he whispered. I immediately grabbed him by the shoulder and walked him further down the hall. "Tell me" I ordered.
"She asked me to check flight records. She's under the impression that her father is coming here. Her assumption was correct. I had our guy look into it. I promised I'd keep the favor between us, but it felt like information you should know...Vitaly Petrov is hitting American soil...today" he told me. Now my blood is pumping again. I can't catch a fucking break. 
"Did you tell her yet?" I'm glad Elio had the damn brains to tell me. I would've had his ass handed to him if he kept that type of information from me. "Yeah..." he said, glancing back again to be sure Rizzo didn't hear. "When?" It suddenly felt like the clock was on. Elio cringed and told me, "This morning."