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He moved closer, his large frame equaling mine. I didn’t flinch, which was exactly what he was hoping for. “Un leader di uomini è il più potente di tutti.”
“A leader of men is the most powerful of all,” I repeated. “I will take that as a compliment.”
It took him a few seconds to smile, offering his hand for a shake, which I accepted. When he patted me on the arm, also giving me a nod of respect, I noticed a couple of the other Dons watching him.
“You will fit in, son. Just watch your back. There will be those daring enough to try to take away what they do not believe belongs to you.”
“Totally understood, Don Pesci. Thank you for offering your support.” When he walked away, his men trailing behind him, I exhaled the hot air I’d been forced to keep deep inside for far too long. The dog and pony shows weren’t my favorite.
“I don’t like this setup at all, Mr. T.”
“I don’t either, Brock. Keep an eye out on Margot. I don’t want her disappearing from your sight.”
“Don’t worry, boss. I’ll be her shadow.”
“Good. Go to her now. I’m going to mingle.” As if I cared to do that in the least. I took a few steps away when my phone rang, Kane’s number flashing across the screen. I headed toward one of the larger trees before answering. “Did you find something?”
“Yeah. It’s another one of those situations you aren’t going to like. The bodies were identified, both Liam and his wife killed in the torched vehicle.”
“And Ronin?”
“The body inside is not him.”
What the fuck? I spun around, scanning the crowd once again. “You’re certain?”
“Positive, although the ID located near the charred body was his. It would appear Ronin spared no effort to make it appear as if he’d been torched alongside his parents. But he didn’t count on the fact the man he killed assassination style would have some of his teeth intact or that the bullet would be found. I ran it through our databases then one of the dudes from the Brotherhood worked with Cristiano to ensure the findings were correct. Ronin is still alive.”
Jesus fucking Christ. I’d heard the family was close. So much for the concept that blood was thicker than water.
“Has he been spotted?”
“No, and some information on the lists of previous enemies came back,” Kane added, the change in his tone suggesting I would be amused or pissed off.
“What did you find?”
“Some leader of an Italian mob, supposedly a former Don from Italy, appeared on it as well as a list Gabriel Giordano had. That made your brother all excited.”
With the Giordanos having ties to Italy themselves, they would certainly have a firm hold on if there was a coalition of entities working together. “The name?”
“Antonio DeMarco. I’m emailing you that and a couple other connections you should take a look at.”
“Good,” I growled, rubbing my jaw. I didn’t like being out in the open. “I also need?—”
I was cut off seconds later, the entire surrounding area suddenly becoming a blur.
There was no mistaking the sound of the ammunition from assault rifles, the heavy popping noise cutting through the air from several sides. Screams permeated the air, chaos ensuing. I didn’t bother ending the call, shoving my phone into my pocket, immediately taking off running toward where I’d last seen Margot.
I pushed my way through the crowd as I grabbed my weapon, holding the Glock in both hands. She was nowhere to be seen.
Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!
Bullets whizzed by, targets hit. Sal Frederico went down hard with a bullet in his brain, his men unable to protect him. I shoved my way through the crowd, firing off a shot as a gunman aimed his weapon at Don Amato. I saved his life, and he nodded his respect as I managed to see over the two hundred people pushing and shoving their way to get out of the line of gunfire.
I finally caught sight of Margot and Brock, my soldier doing everything in his power to keep her shielded. My other men as well as the soldiers of the various Dons were picking off a few of the assassins, the fuckers easy to spot given every one of them was wearing black, including goddamn ski masks.
What the fuck did these assholes think they were doing?
I dropped and rolled, shooting a jerk in the face seconds before he could do the same to me, but I watched as Don Pesci took several bullets to the chest, the powerful shots tossing him backward from one side to the other.
