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My idiot brother loves Natalia.
That, or he can’t stand seeing someone touch what he considers his property.
Rocky slaps his hand over Natalia’s mouth to muffle her screaming.
Thank fuck.
It was grating on my nerves.
Like a loyal dog on a leash, Paul sticks by my side until Vinny pushes him toward Cristian.
“This the one?” Cristian stares at Paul cold and emotionless—as if Paul were just a face in the crowd, not someone he plans to murder.
“What does he mean?” Paul looks at each of us, seeking answers. “The one what?”
If he can’t put two and two together, he deserves to die early anyway. Cristian removes a silenced pistol from his blazer and shoots Paul in the head. Paul recoils from the impact and collapses on the concrete beside a discarded McDonald’s wrapper and a pile of cigarette butts.
Cristian played no mind games with Paul. Gave no small talk—just straight execution.
Natalia screams louder and fights harder against Rocky.
Like she’d ever stand a chance against him.
“Your son sure loves to run his mouth to the women he fucks,” Cristian informs my father, now fully entertained. “Business with the Corobras—drug smugglers all of us agreed not to associate with since they lace their drugs with shit that is killing people in our city.” He tsks. “The other families won’t be happy about that.”
My father flinches at Cristian’s words.
I flex my fingers. Even though I say it frequently, I’ve never wanted to kill Vinny more. Cristian’s accusations are worse than Vinny murdering Dario. Vinny has tarnished our family’s loyalty.
Wearen’t doing shit with the Corobras—no business, no small talk, no fucking breathing in the same room. In our pact with the other families, it’s forbidden. Not that I’d ever do business with them anyway. No thank you to fuckers who lace their drugs with fentanyl. Four of our men have overdosed within the past month.
My father grips his cane stronger. He won’t publicly rip Vinny’s ass. No way will he show an ounce of emotion in front of Cristian.
Sometimes, the firstborn is also the first to die.
Hopefully, that’s Vinny’s fate because I’m sick of his shit—especiallyfor doing business behind the family’s back.
I creep closer to Vinny and nudge his elbow. “What the fuck?” Anger ripples up my spine like an added ligament.
Vinny doesn’t reply. Natalia is his main concern.
Cristian continues his show. He snaps his fingers, and Rocky hands Natalia off to him as though she were a gift.
“The code to Vinny’s safe is Natalia’s birthday,” Cristian says before rambling off all the other shit Vinny told Natalia that he shouldn’t have.
Natalia is a snitch.
The little sympathy I had for her is gone.
I don’t care if Vinny takes her, if Cristian shoots her, or if we throw her off a fucking roof.
Cristian turns to Vinny. “At your home in Brooklyn … Thirteenth Avenue, am I right?”
Unsurprisingly, Cristian has outmatched Vinny.
This meetup isn’t to make a deal or hand over a rat.
It’s to prove a point.
