“Kong,” she said.
No other words were spoken, and Danilo knew exactly what it meant. Stepping forward, Kong helped Moose because he knew he was going to put up a fight.
“Wait,” he begged. “Hold up!”
No one stopped what they were doing as they dragged him toward the doorway.
“I can give you something! You want Mira, right?”
Hearing that bitch’s name froze the room, and Inari turned back to him slowly.
“Talk.”
Breathing hard, he tried to keep up with his thoughts, eyes bouncing around his head. He knew this was his only play. As bad as he didn’t want to betray his auntie, he was looking for self-preservation this time around.
“She’s not in the city anymore. She moved her operation months ago in preparation,” Danilo reported.
Outside in the truck, Mozzi could hear everything. Cross referencing what Danilo revealed, he started his search on Mira to see if he could find out where she relocated. She hadn’t gotten as far as she did without knowing how to cover her tracks.
“Where?” Kong demanded.
“I can show you. She running that shit right off a shipping front, rotating locations every few days. I can get you access. She got that shit locked down like a fortress, with underground access and everything.”
“You think we fucking stupid?” Moose snapped, taking the butt of his gun and knocking Danilo upside the back of his head.
“What you mean? I’m giving you what you wanted.”
“No.” Inari shook her head. “You’re trying to stall.”
“You kill me, and you won’t ever get to the truth, Nari,” Danilo growled.
“The only truth I care about right now is making sure my son knows the type of bitch ass nigga his daddy is! You don’t love him. You can’t. You aren’t capable of it because nobody ever loved you! Not even Mira. The bitch used you, Danilo, and you played right into it like the wounded ass little boy you are.”
“You didn’t give us that information for us,” Kong shook his head. “Even if you did know where she was, who’s to say that’s not exactly what she’s expecting? Don’t worry. We’ll find that bitch,” he assured him.
“Yeah.” Moose smirked and tilted his head, watching Danilo accept his fate.
Inari couldn’t watch what came next. She faced her son.
“Dane, grab your stuff.”
With one final glance at his father, Dane grabbed his cell phone off the table and the backpack on the floor beside it. His coat hung near the front door, so he walked with Inari in that direction.
“Dane, I don’t care what she says… I love you. You the only good thing I ever did in this world.” Danilo’s voice cracked, and his son was probably the only one with a drop of empathy for him.
He grabbed his Moncler coat off the hook and slid his beanie on his head. Inari held the door open.
“Goodbye, Danilo,” she said, not bothering to look at him while Kong screwed the silencer on his gun.
Moments later, Kong and Moose emerged. Neither of them said a word when they got inside. Kong started the car, reached for his seatbelt, and locked it in place, while Moose did the same. Dane sat on the opposite side of the car in the back section from his mother. Inari stole peeks at him the entire drive back into the city. Not even the radio played as they all sat with what had happened.
When Kong whipped his truck into the driveway of her home, he shifted into park and left it running.
“Thanks.” Inari unlatched her seatbelt, and Dane hopped out of the car without a word to anyone, immediately slamming his door shut.
She sighed and brushed her fingertips over her forehead. Dane still had his key, so he let himself into the house. Inari stared at the door, unsure of what to do. Moose half-turned in his seat, studying her, while Kong observed her from his rearview.
“I don’t know what to do now.”
