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CHAPTERTWENTY-FIVE
IT WAS WELL after three a.m. when Dom’s phone went off. Lucky for whoever was on the end of the line that he hadn’t been able to sleep yet, or they would’ve gotten the same treatment he sent Luca away with.
He brought the phone up to his ear. “What.”
“There’s been an incident,” Chef said. “We’re on our way up.”
When the line went dead, Dom forced himself out of bed and threw on a shirt and lounge pants. He took one look into Luca’s room through the mirror, but he’d long since passed out and wasn’t stirring a bit.
Good. Whatever was going down wasn’t anything that concerned him.
Dom made it downstairs just as a knock sounded, and he checked the camera on his phone to make sure it was Chef before hitting unlock.
He’d brought several others with him, Gino included, and Dom gestured to the dining table for everyone to take a seat. At some point Chef had changed out of his tux, but the others still wore theirs, though they were in varying disheveled states.
“What happened?” Dom said.
“Shit went down after the event.” Chef, casual as ever, threw his arm over the back of his chair.
“Other than the alley?”
“Oh yeah. I guess they got the message when I sent him back in a keg barrel. Didn’t like that much.”
“No one gives a fuck what they like. They had someone prowling in the goddamn alley. Were there more?”
“If there were, Chef scared ’em off,” Gino said. “Boss was ready to shut things down after what happened with Luca, but we got word they had a big meeting, so most of the fuckers were at the Fiores’. It wasn’t gonna be a mass attack.”
“Then why do all of you look like shit?” Dom asked.
No one said anything for a long minute, not until Dom slammed a fist on the table.
“What the fuck aren’t you telling me?”
Everyone looked at each other, avoiding Dom’s eyes.
“They got Rafael,” Gino said quietly.
Dom went still. It was so quiet he could practically hear each and every one of his crew’s heartbeats as he rose to his feet.
“What…do you mean…theygothim,” he said.
When Gino didn’t want to continue, Chef sat forward. “We found his body at the shipyard. With a note.”
“Motherfuckers,”Dom said, shoving his seat back so hard that the chair smashed into the wall. “Where thefuckwere you? Where was his backup?”
“You know exactly where we were tonight. Here,” Chef said calmly, spreading his hands. “Boss’s orders.”
“Goddamn it.” Dom paced, squeezing the bridge of his nose. He kicked the fallen chair out of his way, sending pieces of it flying across the room. “And the shipment? The guns?”
Gino winced. “Gone.”
“All of them?”
“Both containers. They were ready for them. It was over before Ralphy even got out of his car.”
Dom bit down so hard on his molars that he was surprised they didn’t crack. “Where’s the note?”
All eyes widened as Dom walked back to the table and braced his hands on the surface.
