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I follow him catching up with him in the corridor.
He stops and looks at me.
“Salvatore don’t.” Vincent holds up his hand. “Don’t say anything to me. Got an interesting call today from Stephanou. He wanted to tell me how he raped my wife first before he made her beg for her life. He made her beg before he killed her. He thought I should know. He said he’ll make me watch him kill Ma, then make me beg for my life too.Fucker… he’s dead when I find him.”
It all just keeps getting worse by the minute. All of it.
I grip his shoulder and hold on tight. “Vincent I am going to help you. I am going to help you. We will do this. I promise you.”
Vincent takes my arm too. “Salvatore… it’s the first time where I don’t know what the hell to do. The Fontaines are too powerful. If they can do all of this, they’re too powerful. They keep coming back. This time it’s sneaky as fuck and they’ve called out this mad man. How do we bring them all down?How? We all believe they can’t do shit because they don’t have the connections we have but they have the government and it makes everything we have look like shit.”
“One thing at a time.” I tell him, it’s the best thing I can think of saying because he’s fucking right.
Fontaines have the government. We can’t go after the government.
How are we supposed to do that?
Chapter Thirty-Two
Salvatore
Cutoff the head and the body is weak.
Dead.
Just like the Fontaines would be if we cut their power source.
I’m on the streets with Nick, Gabe, Claudius and his guys. We’ve started the search for this underground facility.
We’re in the worse part of town anybody could be, scouting out places with access to the underground.
I figured there was no time like the present and we can’t afford to lose any more time than we have.
I called the men back out and we’re on the case. Claudius has been extremely helpful with ideas so we’re hitting up the worse part of town. I fucking hate this area. It’s the slums. The kind of place you can go to get the hook up on the black market.
It starts just beyond the stretch of the mall . There’s a noticeable distinction. One street runs across it like a marker . t feels more like a warning though no to venture any further, or if you are shady as shit and looking for trouble like we are, then it’s like an arrow pointing the way.
We’ve already checked out a few places but they were clean. Now we’re walking together down the market style road passing a lot of bars and clubs. There are people outside. They see me, Nick and Gabe and they look wary. Some go inside. One look at Claudius though and fuck some of them run away and he fucking loves it.
It’s all good and well to be so revered because mostly people cough up information if their too afraid. Sometimes though—like we’ve been experiencing lately –it’s the reverse. The other guys have paid them more. The other guys have more power than us and see us as street rats.
It’s a tell of who’s hanging the blade over their heads.
Claudius nudges into me and I glance at him.
“Salvatore we’re just walking past potential spots,” he states quirking a brow.
“I don’t think it will be any of these,” I answer and glance at Gabe who’s started talking to Nick.
I’ve been walking ahead looking at the bars. The one’s we’ve passed so far and the people won’t be what we’re looking for.
I know from the look of the exterior. The places we’ve passed on this road are either too small, or not important enough.
Claudius likes to scour the place, leave no stone unturned but I feel like we don’t have time for that. The past few days have just been shit and I have that sensation again that it’s too fucking quiet.
“Okay capo. I’m following your orders tonight.” Claudius answers with a smirk and shakes his head.
“Claudius, if you think otherwise say it,” I impart. He’s telling me he’s following my orders but no one here is more skilled than him and his guys. I’m man enough to acknowledge that he’s the Chicago boss. Everyone accepts that. even the enemies. I glance back at them and they’re not even afraid to reveal their guns. Gio, Dante and Alex walk behind us with their guns exposed. They don’t care who is watching them.
