Page 95 of Worth of Waste

His sister was due her anger.

He wouldn’t deny that.

After all, it had been him who demanded two months ago, that she come home from traveling Europe without so much as an explanation. And with a threat to track her down himself if needed to boot. She hadn’t appreciated that very much.

Dino did what he had to.

Well, what he was going to be doing.

Soon.

It was all to her best interests, but he knew explaining it all to Lily would be a waste of his time. She was too stubborn—too bitter towards him, and the entire Outfit as a whole—to really listen to what he would try and tell her.

So he wasn’t going to try at all.

“You want to grab some grub?” Dino asked. “Take-out for supper, maybe?”

Lily stayed silent.

So was her way, it seemed.

Since she had arrived home the week before, all she ever did was glare at him, refuse to speak, and if she did talk to him, it was almost always to call him a bastard.

“Should save that energy and anger up,” Dino said under his breath.

Apparently, Lily had heard him. “Why?”

“You’re going to need it soon, little one.”

More than she knew …

Damian Rossi was an interesting man—a dangerous man, to be sure, but interesting nonetheless. His history with Dino had been long, and quite far-reaching, if he were honest.

It started when they were just kids.

Well, Damian had been a kid.

Dino had been an older teenager at the time.

Damian struck up a friendship with Theo all those years ago that had seemed to weather the storms of life that was the Outfit and mafia. As the boys had grown into men, Damian had moved more towards the Rossi side of the Outfit, while Theo stayed firmly stuck in the DeLuca side. Still, they remained friends.

As kids, they’d chummed around a lot. Theo, Damian, and Lily—because she was never far behind her older brother after their parents’ murder, which meant she was often shoved in the friends’ messes, too.

Neither boy seemed to mind.

Now, as an Outfit man, Damian was … well, as Dino had said before, dangerous.

Working as a personal hitman for the boss, and doing work on his cousin, Tommas’, crew, Damian had certainly earned his spot. But if Dino knew anything about the man that he had learned over the years, it was that one thing never changed about Damian’s personality.

The man liked the shadows.

He liked being unknown—unseen.

They called him Ghost for a reason, and it was a good one.

Over the years, Dino had taken inventory of the people around him, of the many facets of life inside each of the four Outfit families. There were certainly personality traits of each person that might be considered a weakness, or even a strength, depending on how a person looked at it.

Dino only looked at what he could use.