Page 59 of Dishonored

Caesar blinked. “Canadian Cosa Nostra boss. What about him?”

Angelo sighed, and glanced down before he pulled out a file from his desk and tossed it to the top. “All the details are in there if you want to look. But the short version is this. He’s got a girl—a year younger than you that he needs to marry off, and get her out of his hair. He’s also quite aware of the circumstances you’ve put me in here, and we agreed. You’d do better being away. And so, that’s where you’re going to go and stay. Indefinitely. You will not be welcomed back to Philly, and you will no longer be under my protection or control. Step out of line there like you have here, and the next time I see you will be when you’re resting in a casket.”

Uh.

“No,” Caesar said.

“I didn’t pose this like it was negotiable because it isn’t. This deal has been in the works since before the New York one. I always have a backup plan, son. You should know this.”

Wait, what?

“Haven’t you figured it out that I won’t fucking marry anyone?” Caesar snapped.

His father didn’t even flinch. “You will, or you will die. How many times have you broken your oath to Cosa Nostra? How many made men have you dishonored? How many times have you shamed your family?”

And how many times did someone do the same thing to Caesar for years?

“Don’t you understand?” his father asked.

“That your way of correcting what you see as an issue is to send me away?”

Angelo shook his head. “It’s because I love you that I do this,” his father said, gesturing at the Vecoli file, “instead of killing you. I am still trying to help you, son.”

Caesar scoffed.

“What?” Angelo barked.

“It’s amusing, that’s all.”

“What is?”

Caesar shrugged. “That you love me while I can barely stand to be near you.”

Angelo waited a beat in time.

And then two.

“Get out,” his father murmured.

Caesar didn’t need to be told again. He did make a phone call as he was leaving, though. Aria had started a whole different war, now, and she was going to have to answer for it.

“Yeah, hello?”

Cain sounded like he had been sleeping.

Oh, well.

“Jac De Rose—Aria’s father. Pull up everything and anything about him, the prison, and whatever else you can for me. I’m going to need it.”

She’d slipped up, too.

She let him find the place where she cared—her weakness.

And now he would take it away.

“Shit …” Cain grunted on the other end of the call before he asked, “Why the fuck do you want info on a man who is in prison?”

“Because she loves him.” Clearly. He’d heard it in her voice when she spoke about him. “Let’s see how well she does when he’s gone.”