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When Mike told me to look at the people closest to me, I wanted to be wrong.
I wanted him to be wrong.
But I knew I wasn’t.
“It was supposed to be you too. What the fuck was the point of getting rid of the old man, if I didn’t get rid of you both?” Nick explains with his gun cocked and aimed at my head. “I told your father you weren’t ready to lead this family. You were never going to be the guy to take us where we need to be. You don’t see the big picture, Sam. If you did, we wouldn’t have wasted our time going to Canada. We wouldn’t have been taking care of pussy instead of business.” He sucks in air through his teeth. “I hope it was good pussy, Sammy, because I’m gonna be tryin’ that shit out later tonight.”
He’s angry. But his anger is making him careless. Because now he’s flustered.
I’m angry too. But unlike him, I don’t get sloppy.
My anger is fueling my calm.
I’ve been waiting for this. Anticipating this.
I step into the gun. Closer. “How could you do this to The Family? To my dad?” On the inside, I’m raging. But on the outside, I stay cool. I stay calm. Just like this cocksucker always taught me. “He loved you. He took care of you your whole worthless life.” My voice booms through the building while everyone looks on.
Their guns are all drawn.
Waiting.
Not knowing what to do.
But I know.
With one glance over Nick’s shoulder, I confirm that Marco’s in place.
Last night, after my phone call with Mike, I thought about what he said.
About who had known where I was.
About who had access to my car.
When I got to Declan Sinclair’s house, I stopped to talk to Marco before I let him leave for the night. I told him I was going to need his skills today and that he needed to answer when I called. That he needed to be ready. I’d tell him when and where, and he needed to be there.
No questions asked.
I hope this kid’s as good as they say he is.
“It was supposed to be my turn,” Nick yells, spit flying from his mouth. “The old man was dying anyway. But if I could get you out of the way too, then I could take control. I’ve been his right hand our entire fucking lives. It should have been mine.” He smiles. He actually fucking smiles. “I thought I’d hidden my thoughts well enough, but Louis saw it. He saw how you couldn’t get out of your own way. He saw what your father didn’t. If he saw it... If he knew we’d be better off with me leading The Family, everyone else will see it too.”
“Well, Louis is dead now, isn’t he, Nick? You just killed your ally. And if you think George is your ally, you’re dead fucking wrong. He called me this morning. He wants no part of your fucked-up agenda.”
One step to my left gets us where I need us to be.
I smile and wrap my hands around the barrel of his gun, holding it up against my forehead. “Never underestimate your enemy, Nick.”
I overpower him and angle the gun up to the ceiling, while he struggles to get back control.
“Fuck you, Sam.” Those are Nick’s last words.
For one split-second, he looks confused.
Surprised.
That doesn’t last long.
The barely audible whizz of a bullet is drowned out by the clang of the metal shell hitting the concrete floor. Nick’s head snaps to the side from the momentum of the bullet shot into his brain. A perfectly round hole appears on the left side of his temple before the bullet makes its way through the right side of his head, taking half of Nick’s head with it.
