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Screams rend the air, the wail painful to the ear. It also riles up the animals. They bang against the cages, squeaking and grunting, while the two on the loose come closer.
They shuffle at the floor by his feet. They snap at the air.
Ivan pushes them back with a metal pole.
“This will only work for so long, Hernandez.” Casper taps his cheek with a bloody hand. “Tell me their real names and not the bullshit Felix gave me.”
“No one knows their real names, and I didn’t care enough to ask.”
“Tell me what you know. All of it.”
“Nico and Antonella are the children of Giada Savino. These three hate Matteo Cancio for something that happened between their father and the Boston mob boss a very long time ago. They never told me what, but from what Felix said, it all started a year after Aurora, Cancio’s daughter, was born.”
We’re not surprised by this. Aurora's family is somehow involved; they’re the catalyst, while we’re the combustion.
“Matteo wasn’t in charge then.”
“The father, Matteo Cancio Sr., was.”
“Okay.” Casper tosses his knife onto the cart while I hand over what’s left the liquor bottle. He brings it to the injured man’s lips. “Drink. It’ll help.”
“Just kill me.”
“I will, but I need something first.”
Mauricio takes the offered drink, swallowing a heavy shot. “You want to talk about your mother?”
“She wasn’t your intended target.” Not a question, and Hernandez nods. “Then why shoot an innocent woman?”
“They doubled the offer.” Another shot, this time a wee bit falls into his wound, and he hisses. “Those are a bitch. Hurt like hell.”
“That’s the point.” I take the bottle back from my cousin, pouring the rest onto the floor. “Now, about the money?”
“I was supposed to receive the other half a mil next week to an account I have in Guatemala City. The national bank doesn’t ask questions and after slipping the manager a couple of bucks, he speeds the process up personally.”
“What day next week?”
“Wednesday.”
“Thank you for your cooperation.” With that, Casper pulls out his gun and shoots him four times in the upper torso. Mauricio groans, eyes rolling back, and I use Casper’s knife to cut him down.
He lands on the cold, hard floor with a thud. The sound and his blood draw the roaming swine closer, and closer, while we walk away.
Once at the exit, Ivan lets them all out.
Hungry, feral animals.
It doesn’t take them long to attack, and his horror-filled screams are beautiful. A soothing balm to my soul.
His ending is justified.
A man without honor deserves to be pig food.
24
I’m fresh out of the shower, towel drying my hair, when my mobile goes off. It rings twice and goes to voicemail, but within seconds someone’s calling again. Walking to the dresser where I left it, I notice the screen is lit up with ten missed calls, eight texts, and three voicemails.
“What the fuck?” Unlocking the device, I scroll through the list and they’re all from Giannis.
