Don Siegel cleared his throat. “If the others are content to allow Giorgio and you to settle this, then so am I.”
Don Pucci bowed his head. He did not want his friends to see his overwhelming disappointment.
“As for me,” Don Talone added, “I’m not sticking my nose in where it doesn’t belong. However, if Don Lansky is willing to supply arms to the Pucci Family, I can do no less for the Giorgio Family.”
Don Pucci looked up at Don Talone. “Thank you for being honest. All of you should leave before the hostilities commence.”
Without saying a word, the five Dons and their soldiers departed.
Don Pucci sighed and gazed at Blade. “The lines have been drawn, Warrior. For better or for worse, Don Giorgio and I will resolve our differences permanently.”
“You’re not alone in this,” Blade said. “We’re with you all the way.”
Don Pucci smiled. “I appreciate the thought, but what can three Warriors do?”
“You’ve never seen us in action,” Blade commented.
“Besides,” Geronimo chimed in, “we have an ace in the hole. Or maybe I should refer to him as a wild card.”
“Who is this wild card?” Pucci asked.
“Hickok.”
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Nadine’s suite was sumptuously adorned. She closed the door behind them, flicked on the lights, and indicated a huge living room. “Make yourself at home.”
Hickok sauntered into the living room, admiring the luxurious accommodations. “Wow! What do you do for a living? Rob banks?”
Nadine laughed and walked toward him. “Not quite. I’m a secretary.”
“You must make a heap of dough,” Hickok remarked, “if you can afford to live here.”
“I don’t live here, silly,” Nadine said. “I’m renting the suite while I’m on vacation. I saved for a whole year to be able to stay here.”
“You like to gamble?” Hickok commented.
Nadine winked at him. “I like excitement.”
Hickok winked back. “Me too.”
Nadine glanced at a door in the center of the right-hand wall. “Do you mind if I change into something a little more comfortable?”
“Suit yourself,” Hickok said.
Nadine smiled and strolled to the door. “This will just take a minute or two. Don’t go away!”
“I wouldn’t think of it,” Hickok assured her.
Nadine entered the next room and shut the door. “Stretch out on the sofa. I’ll be right there,” she called out.
“Okay,” Hickok replied. Instead, he unslung the Henry and leaned it against a chair, then ran to the hall door and eased it open a crack.
A tail was in the corridor, approximately 20 feet away, leaning against the wall and staring moodily at the floor.
Hickok recognized the shadow. It was not the young mobster he’d spoken to in the casino. This was the other youngish mobster, the one in the brown suit, the one he’d seen in Don Giorgio’s office. There must have been a changing of the guard. He closed the door and returned to the living room. As he was reclining on the sofa, Nadine emerged.
“Now I’m comfortable,” she declared contentedly.
She was also almost naked. Hickok averted his eyes, gazing at a nearby chair. The red negligee she was wearing did an adequate job of covering her navel, but that was the only part of her anatomy it seemed to cover.
“What’s wrong?” Nadine inquired, coming around the end of the sofa.
“Nothin’,” Hickok mumbled.
“Don’t tell me you’re shy?” Nadine asked.
Hickok quickly sat up to give her room to sit. “Me? Shy? Not in a million years.”
Nadine perched herself next to the gunman. “Do I embarrass you?”
“No,” Hickok said. “But maybe you should put on a robe or something.
You could catch your death from pneumonia.”
Nadine laughed. “I’m fine. Believe me.”
Hickok stood. “I believe you.” He took a step away from the sofa, keeping his back to her. He held his right hand alongside his belt buckle and clenched his fist.
“You are shy!” Nadine exclaimed. She grabbed the fringe of his buckskin shirt. “Come on. Have a seat. Let’s get to know each other.”
“I can’t,” Hickok said. “I’m hitched.”
“So what if you’re married?” Nadine commented. “It doesn’t make a difference to me.”
“Are you sure you want me to turn around?” Hickok inquired with the utmost civility.
Nadine tugged on his shirt. “Of course,” he said.
“I should warn you,” Hickok advised her. “I have a surprise for you.”
“What kind of surprise?” Nadine inquired. She noticed the angle of his right arm and misconstrued his intent. “Oh, you naughty thing, you!” she declared, giggling. “I love kinky men!”
Hickok’s brow furrowed. What the blazes was she talking about? “So you want my surprise?” he asked, wagging his fist.
Nadine caught the movement and tittered. “Give it to me!”
Hickok shrugged. “If you insist.”
Nadine was grinning in lewd anticipation when he slugged her, his wiry form whipping around in a right arc, his right fist slamming into her jaw and flattening her on the sofa.
Hickok raised his fist for another blow, but the hooker was out cold, a rivulet of blood seeping out the left corner of her shapely mouth. “It may not make a difference to you, lady,” he addressed the unconscious prostitute, “but it makes a world of difference to me. I’ll never cheat on my missus.”
Nadine groaned.
Hickok grabbed the Henry and dashed to the hall door again. He inched the door outwards until he could see the corridor.
The tail was gone!
Or was he?
What if the turkey had shifted positions? Hickok started to gingerly open the door wider, when suddenly the door was flung all the way open.
There stood the smirking mobster with a Detonics Combat Master MK
VI in his right hand. “What are you up to, asshole?” he demanded.
“About six feet,” Hickok replied.
“A smartass, huh?” the mobster said. “Up with your hands.”
Hickok released the Henry and casually raised his arms.
“You didn’t think I saw you before, did you?” the mobster mentioned.
“But you don’t pull one over on Ozzi that easily.”
“Your handle is Ozzi?” Hickok queried.
“What if it is?” Ozzi peered over the gun fighter’s left shoulder and spied Nadine on the sofa. “What did you do to her?”
“Nothin’ much,” Hickok said. “I tucked her in, is all.”
“I knew you were up to no good,” Ozzi stated. “Okay. You’re coming with me.”
“Where are we going?” Hickok questioned.
“To see Don Giorgio,” Ozzi disclosed. “He went over to Pucci’s joint but he should be back soon.”
“Why don’t we grab a bite to eat first?” Hickok suggested.
“And give you the chance to make a break?” Ozzi rejoined. “Not on your life. And keep those hands in the air. Don’t try to touch those Colts. I’ve seen you in action, and I’m not taking any unnecessary risks. I’ve never seen anyone as fast as you.”
Hickok grinned. “Thanks for the compliment.”
“All Warriors must be morons,” Ozzi muttered. He backed up several feet. “Let’s go. Head for the stairwell at the end of this hall. And remember, if you lower your arms by a fraction, you’re dead meat.”
Hickok walked from the suite and turned in the direction Ozzi was indicating, to the right. The corridor was deserted. “Where is everybody?”
“Down in the casino,” Ozzi replied. “The upper floors are like a tomb during the evening.”
Hickok thoughtfully studied the green door ahead, debating whether to make his move there or wait for a better opportunity. There was a small window in the door at shoulder height.