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That seemed to placate Tony, who nodded. “So what’s going on?”
“About a week ago, someone rammed into my bike while I was taking a ride. And they would have run me over while I was on the ground if a couple of girls who lived at the house I was in front of hadn’t intervened.”
“So, it’s personal,” Tony concluded. “Easy enough to shoot up a bunch of bikers,” he added, shrugging. “But running you off the road, just you, that’s personal shit.”
“Yeah,” I agreed.
“That it?”
“No. Last night, I was taking a ride in my car, and the same person chased me.”
“They fucking stupid? What with you, and your driving skills?” he asked, shaking his head. “Buncha fucking idiots running shit these days, I swear. Nothing’s like it used to be.”
Well, there was no arguing with that, I guess.
“You alone in that car last night?” Tony asked, dark eyes pinning me.
“No.”
“You had your girl with you?” he asked.
I didn’t bother to question him. The man just… knew shit sometimes.
“Yeah.”
“And you still thought me, huh?” he asked, shaking his head, looking genuinely insulted. “You know my rule. No women or children. Some shit changes. That fucking don’t.”
“I didn’t think it did,” I told him, meaning it.
“Again, I take responsibility for this. I don’t know you,” Huck said. “And I can’t just go off of Donovan’s opinion of you.”
Huck was better than I would have expected at being diplomatic. Then again, he wouldn’t be a good president if he didn’t know how to handle sticky situations.
“I get it,” Tony said, nodding. “Gotta find out shit for yourself. I got no hard feelings toward old Donny Boy here,” he said, shrugging. “He was a good worker. I understood when he wanted a change of pace after that shit with the Russians,” he said, spitting out the last word like it was a curse in and of itself.
Let’s just say that the mafia and Bratva feud in this area had been going on for fucking generations. And each side had a different story about how shit had turned so sour between them.
“That’s who you need to be looking into. Those savage fucks.”
“That’s next on our list,” Huck said. “I wanted to get the least likely crew out of the way first.”
“I get it,” Tony nodded.
“Do you have anything you can tell us about the Russians?” Huck asked. “I haven’t really had a reason to pay too much attention to them. We’re not in Miami anymore. And we are into different shit.”
“Killing, man. A lot of killing. It’s what they’re always up to. I’m cold-blooded. Those motherfuckers have ice water running through their veins.”
I had to agree with that.
While you could, if you looked at Tony in the right light, paint him as a good guy, you really couldn’t do that with the Bratva. Or, at least, you couldn’t from what I could tell. But I hadn’t been undercover for that long.
“Anything else?”
“Hard to say much. They kept closed ranks even before the shakeup,” Tony said, shrugging.
“The shakeup?” I asked, brows drawing down.
“Yeah. The power shift about a year ago or so… shit, you’ve really been the fuck out of the loop, huh?” he asked after looking at our blank looks.
“Apparently more than I realized.” That said, it wasn’t like I could keep an eye on shit when I’d been a mole in their organization. “What happened?”
“Old man Iosif was out to dinner with some of his men and halfway through his first course,” Tony said, making a cutting motion across his throat.
“Someone slit his throat?” Huck asked.
“No. Woulda been a lot more dramatic if that happened. Woulda been sad to have missed that,” Tony said with a dry laugh. “No, seems like some motherfucker poisoned him.
“Normally, I’d say I needed to buy that man a drink.”
“But?” I prompted.
“But the rumor is that it was his grandson who slipped him the poison.”
“No shit,” I said, shaking my head. “That’s cold.”
“Yeah. The thing is, he’s even worse than his grandfather. So shit has gotten tighter in their ranks. Can’t get much information out on anything anymore.”
“You think he’d come after me? I don’t think he was even in the picture when I was working for them.”
“Don’t know what to tell you about that, Donny Boy. That’s all out of my hands now,” he said, showing his palms.
“Well, it gives us a little something to go on,” I said, shrugging. “I appreciate your time. And I’m sorry for any insult,” I told him.
“No worries,” he said, waving a hand. “If I was in your shoes, I’d be looking sideways at every motherfucker I’d ever met too. I get it. We’re good. You and your men ever want to come enjoy some food here, you’re welcome. Or you and your girl,” he said with an almost fatherly smile.
“I think I will do that,” I said, realizing that I was going to have to tell Maeve about all of this if we were going to be getting serious.
