Page 112 of Deathless & Divided

“Right now, the people are the gun. I’m correcting that shit before it gets worse.”

Was he?

Damian didn’t know what to believe anymore.

“Let’s just get this done,” Dino said with a nod at the black suburban.

“Yeah, let’s do that.”

Damian took the ratchet gun Dino offered and squeezed the trigger to test the tool. It zinged with a loud sound, ready to be put to work.

“I’ll get to work on removing the doors, hood, bumpers and back,” Dino said. “You get to work on the tires and interior.”

Damian didn’t care. “Whatever.”

Two hours later, the suburban had nearly three quarters of its major parts removed and set aside. It was starting to look like nothing more than a shell of a vehicle. Once it was down to the frame and chassis, Damian and Dino could take a torch and saw to the steel and cut it apart, too. Then, it really would be nothing but scrap metal to be taken away.

Nothing to find.

Vanished.

Damian lifted the mask from his face. He’d put it on earlier to keep from ingesting too much dust and grime as they worked. “How’d you lose the cops that day?”

Dino didn’t look down as he ripped off the material covering the suburban’s roof. “Hit a small back road quickly and kept going until I was clear. They must have took a different route. I never saw them once.”

“Lucky,” Damian said.

“Something like that.”

“Do you think Theo knows?”

Dino chuckled. “Theo suspects I’ve had a hand in certain things. Or rather, he believes I’ve had a hand in pushing certain individuals along. I’ve never confirmed or denied anything.”

Just like how Damian never lied. He omitted a great deal of things. He talked around a lot of shit. His game was good, sure. Lying didn’t factor into that at all.

Dino glanced over his shoulder at Damian. “Is there something else on your mind, or what?”

“Yes.”

“Spit it out, D.”

Damian blew out a harsh breath. “So you shot up the restaurant, which just happened to work in your favor with Mia’s death and now Riley’s threats of retaliation. You’ve got the Rossi family fighting with the Contis and the Trentinis.”

Dino barked out a laugh. “You did the Rossi mess, Damian.”

True enough.

“You wanted a wider divide,” Damian said.

“And you could have done that in a million other ways,” Dino argued. “Yet you chose to fuck with your aunt and uncle. Why was that?”

Damian refused to provide an answer.

Apparently, Dino wasn’t looking for one. “Don’t bother. We both know. You’re looking to mess their shit up, too. And it worked, so shut your mouth about it. You’re no better than me, Damian, you’re just sneakier about it. Watch that or it might bite you on the ass someday.”

Yeah, Damian doubted that.

“The DeLuca side of things still haven’t made a hard and fast choice for either side,” Damian said. “Ben’s gone, the divide between the four families is so big, you couldn’t throw a rock and hit the other side.”