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All we know is that with the help of Rocky and Carmela, he abducted Natalia. Everything is blank after that—no fucking pieces. Someone wiped clean all the house’s security footage and fingerprints.
It’s obvious Cristian was involved since Natalia is back at the Marchetti Mansion.
We also found Rocky and Carmela dead in her apartment—my guess, also by the hands of Cristian.
My father is manic, fueled by the grief of losing Vinny, and wants Cristian to knowwe knowhe’s responsible for my brother’s death. I already talked him out of killing one of Cristian’s men this morning to send a message. We need a plan before starting a Marchetti murder spree. So I tell him I’ll call Cristian and talk with him myself.
With Cristian, it’s better we speak with words, not violence.
For now.
“Marchetti, we have a problem,” I say as soon as Cristian answers my call.
“And what would that be?” His response is edged with sarcasm.
“Cut the shit. You murdered my brother.”
“Are you sure about that?”
“Yes.” I don’t expect him to admit anything.
“You have the wrong man.”
“Christ,” I hiss. “This is why people hate talking to you. We know you wanted him dead, and we also found out about his little kidnapping plan with Carmela and Rocky. We found his body, and all the cameras have been wiped clean. We’re not stupid.”
A moment of silence passes.
“My father wants you to hand over Natalia.”
“No,” he replies sharply.
“Cristian, you don’t want a war.”
“I will kill every man, including you, who tries to hurt her. Do you understand me?”
“He was my brother.”
“And she is my wife. I care about her more than you did him.”
I shake my head to shake away the truth of his statement. “That makes you weak.”
He scoffs. “No, Antonio. That makes me crueler. Something to make sure I live for, and I’ll kill every motherfucker who threatens that.”
“Look at it from my father’s point of view. What if someone killed Benny?”
“Vinny would’ve ruined your family’s legacy. Be happy, Antonio. You’re next in line now and better suited for the job. Now, are you done wasting my time?”
“I’m done.” I grit my teeth. “Watch your back, Marchetti.”
I end the call and toss the phone on the passenger seat.
The truth of his words strikes me. I’ve been so busy that I didn’t realize it.
I’m now the successor to the Lombardi throne.
Fuck me.
That isn’t the only truth.
