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The Lombardis swore war on my family, and now, they’re making good on their promise. Stupid cunts. I want to gut every one of them for putting Neomi in harm’s way.
I slap Raul on the back, give a silent thanks, and leave the club. I slam the Escalade door and grab my phone to tell my father every man with the Lombardi name—or who’s married to one—needs to die. But my phone rings before I hit his name.
Tommaso’s name flashes across the screen.
I debate on answering since I don’t have time for his bullshit.
There’s a bitter tang in my mouth when I do.
“Benny, we need to talk, man,” Tommaso says, his voice rambling at high speed, as if he snorted six lines of coke.
“What do you want, Tommaso?” I ask, sounding bored.
Here I thought, the biggest pain in my marriage would be my sneaky little wife. It turns out, her brother is more of a headache.
“Come to my place.” His tone reeks of desperation. “I can’t talk about it over the phone.”
“I’ll give you five minutes of my time.” I end the call.
* * *
I don’t havepatience for stupidity.
Which means I have no patience for Tommaso.
I step into his townhome without knocking, and he jumps from the couch at the sound of the door clicking shut. For someone scared for their life, he wasn’t smart enough to lock his front door.
His eyes are bloodshot, and his clothes are wrinkled. Dark circles swoop under his eyes. My dude has seen better days.
The townhome is a wreck, but not much different from the last time I was here. Alcohol and drugs litter the table. All it’s missing is a woman peeking around the corner. But Tommaso lacks the funds to pay for pussy, so that makes sense.
“They’re killing everyone, man,” Tommaso croaks, manically pacing in front of me. “My best friend. My coke dealer. And now, my driver.”
“I have a question, Tommaso.” I rest my back against his wall and cross my ankles. “Why are they killing everyonebut you? You’re the one in debt to them.”
Tommaso stalls. “I kind of …” He scratches his head and slumps on the couch. “They took out loans for me, and I promised to pay them back, so they wouldn’t be in trouble with Sammie. But I couldn’t!” His voice quickens. “So, I told them to figure it out themselves.”
I can’t stop from lunging toward him and ramming my fist into his face. I snatch his collar, drag him off the couch, and grip his shirt to slam him into the wall.
“Those people died because of you,” I snarl, shoving my arm against his neck and pinning him to the wall. “Go turn yourself into Sammie and let him take care of you like the coward you are.”
My blood boils.
Tommaso knew what he was doing when he asked his men to take out loans.
As the son of the don, they couldn’t say no. There would’ve been repercussions. Tommaso led them straight into their graves because he’s a piece of shit. Men like him need to be off the streets because they’re toxic to this world.
Tommaso gasps for breath as I shove my arm deeper into his windpipe. It could be so easy to kill him here and blame it on someone else. No one would know it was me, and it’d save a lot of people the trouble. His face grows red, his eyes watering, as I contemplate my next move—not caring I’m already choking him to death.
Tommaso’s body twitches, and he fights to push me off him. Just as I’m ready to finish the job, Neomi enters my thoughts.
I can’t hurt her like that.
I frown while releasing Tommaso and step back.
He collapses to his knees like a rumpled shirt, circles his hand around his throat, and wheezes for breaths.
“Just loan me the money, man,” he pleads, staying on his knees and staring up at me. “Please, Benny.” He drops his shoulders and ducks his chin in. “Don’t do it for me. Do it for my sister.”
