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“Well, then I guess he won’t be too disturbed if he is sent to his maker to see his Pops again. Now, will he?”
“I almost like this man,” Maxim snorted. “Don’t let it go to your head.”
I chuckled and offered a nod of respect, although I certainly couldn’t trust him. At least not yet.
“I’ll do some additional digging,” Constantine added.
“Very much appreciated.” I offered a nod of respect, something I rarely did except to my own father.
“As you might imagine, Sabatino,” Constantine said in a deeper voice, “the secrecy of our organization, the Brotherhood is vital.”
“Then why meet in a public place?” I asked, immediately getting a glare from Phoenix.
“Your question is valid. We’re not hiding. We simply aren’t going to bring any of business or our discussions out in the open.” Constantine tilted his head as if waiting to see if I got what the hell he was saying.
“I have no intentions of disclosing my whereabouts this afternoon.” Nor did I care.
“Good to hear.”
Constantine was certainly running the show. I was surprised given the heightened level of testosterone.
“If you are approved to join, there are three rules that must be followed at all times.” Gabriel waited until I nodded before continuing. “One is to stay your blade from the flesh of the innocent. Second is always hide in plain sight. And third and most important. You must never compromise or cross the Brotherhood.”
“If you do, you die,” Maxim stated with a sheer look of amusement crossing his face.
“Is that understood?” Constantine asked.
“You will kill for us if asked. You will come to the aid of another brother when requested. You will walk through fire if necessary,” Maxim said as if he was my watchdog.
I swirled the liquor in my glass, taking another gulp before backing away. “Gentlemen, I came here today out of respect to my father. That doesn’t mean I give a shit about this organization. I’m already an honorable man. And I play by no one’s rules but mine.” With that, I pounded the glass on the table as I passed, taking my time to head back to the atrium doors.
No one tried to stop me. If I had to guess, I’d say this was nothing more than a basic initiation.
“You will be contacted, Mr. DiMaggio,” Constantine said from behind me.
I threw up my arm, waving them off. I’d done what I said I’d do.
With that, I walked out.
Cocaine.
The evidence they were responsible was right in front of me. There wasn’t a single doubt the fuckers had been the ones attacking the warehouse given I had the bag with the duct tape I’d used right in front of me.
Not that I’d needed any evidence but the smoking gun did allow for confirmation and a reason to exterminate the lot of them.
“Whoever said whiskey was the great elixir was correct,” I said in passing as I put my feet up on the table, crossing my legs at the ankles and leaning back in the club chair. The boat was smoother than those on the ocean, except for my yacht, which I hadn’t stepped foot on in months. However, beggars couldn’t be choosers as this point.
Four days had passed since the meeting with the Brotherhood, five since the attack. Our informants hadn’t been able to provide shit by way of trusted information even with one hundred thousand dollars on the line. It had taken a call from Diego, his contacts worthwhile. I had to give the man credit for providing a tip that had proven to be true.
Maybe I’d been wrong about the Brotherhood. Then again, maybe not.
Andres poured himself another drink, filling it to the brim. It wasn’t our liquor. What the hell did we care? Besides, we’d be forced to spend another night in a shitty motel room before heading back to Baltimore. “Where are we again?”
“Smith Mountain Lake,” Connor answered before I had a chance to. He was another one of my trusted soldiers. I’d brought three men with me on this mission. Even though I’d been told Raphael Garcia, younger brother but equally as savage as Rico, was off his rocker, I didn’t give a shit. I was here in this godforsaken part of Virginia with a single purpose in mind. Payback.
The savage brother and what was left of the soldiers he’d brought clandestinely with him from Mexico had been hiding in plain sight, using the boat as an anchor. With over five hundred miles of shoreline, it had taken us almost a full day to locate the boat in question. There were also dozens of private coves, which had hindered the discovery as well.
I was more impressed with the lake after seeing almost all of it, the large body of water picturesque surrounded by mountains. While the majority of homes I’d consider quaint cabins, many in need of repair, there were dozens of large estates as well. A fascinating area, although I was eager to return home after wiping the slate clean. Killing the brother would send a clear message that we were not to be fucked with.
