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“Fucking kill him.”
I pushed open the door, but no one noticed. They were too wrapped up in the crisis at hand.
“You should’ve killed him on the Fourth.”
Marco shook his head. “Luca said—”
“Luca’s not here. He’s locked up! You’re in charge, so fucking act like it!” Taz bumped Marco’s shoulder as he passed him, and that’s when all four men spotted me.
“Fucking perfect.” Taz turned back to Marco, and the two men both swung. Taz’s hit made Marco stumble, but Marco’s sent Taz tumbling to the floor.
The room froze as Marco straightened his sleeves, glaring down at his cousin. “You’re right. I am in charge. Don’t fucking test me.”
Taz scowled at Marco as he used a chair to help him stand. Rubbing his jaw, he said, “I’m heading back to Chicago. You ordering the hit?”
Marco nodded, and Taz stormed toward me and the door, his stride eating up the distance between us. At the last moment, I stepped aside, and he blew out of the room.
Frankie stood by the window, running his tattooed fingers through his hair. “Sasha—” I heard the exasperation in his words, but I didn’t feel an ounce of remorse for intruding. The more I stuck my nose in, the easier it got to forget I shouldn’t.
“I fucked up,” Mickey groaned, dragging his hand down his face.
Marco and Frankie turned toward the inebriated man, his cheeks red from too many drinks before dinner and whatever internal torture he was enduring.
I closed the door behind me and plastered myself against it.
“Explain.” Marco stood in front of his brother with his arms crossed.
“Lorenzo told me he was just trying to help you guys by taking care of Chronis, but it’s clear he had bigger plans.”
“Are you saying he killed Yanni Chronis?” Marco’s voice was vicious.
Mickey nodded, pressing himself deeper into the chair.
“Do you realize Lorenzo started a street war when he killed him?”
Mickey held his hands up. “The Marino twins—”
“You’re the one who knew,” I muttered.
“What was that?” Frankie asked, his hands curling around the back of the executive chair, the leather crinkling under his tight grip.
“Earless. He said ‘he knew’ when you guys interrogated the Marino twins.” I took measured steps until I was next to Marco. “My brakes, the club shooting.” Disgust turned my stomach. “He knew Tootsie was still alive before we did. You’re the one they were fingering.”
“You stupid bastard. What was the plan? Take out Yanni and his kids, then what?”
“Lorenzo said we were proving our worth, that it was what was best for the family. It made sense. The twins tampered with Sasha’s brakes to make it look like the Chronis family had done it. After we took care of Yanni, we leaked info about Luca being at the club, hoping they’d kick-start the war. Then you asked us to deliver Zoe . . .” Mickey swayed in his seat, his blood-shot eyes having a hard time focusing on any one of us.
“What about Pete?” I hazarded.
“That wasn’t us. I’d never.”
“But you’d let them kill Tootsie?”
Mickey struggled to sit up, shaking his head violently. “No! They promised it was an accident, and that he made it out alive.”
“You let us think he was dead. We had a full service planned until he reached out. Uncle Telly, Taz, and Tizzy were devastated.”
“I know.” He sniffed, scratching his jaw.
