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We fell straight into the trap and now we’re heading into the unknown, drafted into the game of chance.
It feels more like jeopardy because the odds are definitely not in our favor.
Vincent and I are heading out on a small motorboat toward Marc Fontaine’s yacht.
Heallowedno more than two of us to go to him.
We thought we were the best two.
His yacht is called The Maiden and it’s ahead of us in the middle of Lake Michigan. Once again we’re not far from our offices at Giordanos Inc. but we’re out of range so that we can’t get up to our usual tricks with our back up crew of snipers. It didn’t stop us from trying to set something up but we both know we’re basically on our own.
On our own and at the mercy of the Fontaines.
In his hands so we know he owns us.
That he surely does.
Within the space of one hour we not only arranged to make a deal with the devil to get Mimi back, but we learned that Gabe was shot.
That’s why he didn’t answer his phone.
Gabe was shot and is in hospital.
And… Mimi’s father is dead.
Pa went home to get the files and that’s what greeted him.
That is the seriousness of the situation that we’re facing.
I don’t know if Gabe will make it or if I’ll get Mimi back alive. I could lose them both. I could lose Gabe and Mimi. They could have already killed her. There’s no guarantee they haven’t.
Vincent and I will go in balls to the wall for the chance to save Mimi but we both know we’re heading to our deaths.
Neither of us knows who will be on the boat, or what will happen.
Just that we’re supposed to meet at midday.
It’s nearly that now.
The demand left us with little time to do anything. Although I’m sure that was the intention. They wouldn’t be stupid enough to give us the luxury of time to go planning against them. I doubt that I would have been in the right frame of mind to do anything that wouldn’t make the situation worse.
I know Vincent is gunning to see Stefano, as am I. The odds for us don’t look great but I want him to be there. Which will most likely mean that Riccardo will be there too.
“What are we going to do Vincent?” I ask, piercing the silent tension that’s formed between us. It’s the first time I’ve ever sounded so uncertain.
Neither Vincent nor I have said anything to each other since we stepped on the boat.
He’s been steering it and I’ve been standing next to him deep in contemplation.
He looks to me. “Salvatore… it’s times like this when you rely on instinct. That’s the best answer I can give you. I hate that you were pushed into this because none of this is fair.”
I look away because he sounds like he’s reiterating Diego’s words. Like I’m not ready to be a capo.
I’m the idiot who didn’t know Joey was a fucking rat. I’m the idiot who’s incompetent and inadequate.
“It is what it is, and I’m here. I’m here fair or not. We need some kind of plan, just something,” I point out.
We need something more than what we have.
