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I feel sentiment begin to stir, but I force it down. I don’t have time to deal with it. I have bigger fish to fry right now. My gun outstretched and my arm shaky with nerves, I have two choices.
Get to the armory.
Or get the hell out of the building…
I feel a hand on my shoulder and I gasp, loudly. Tony recoils slightly but places his finger to his lips. “Shhh…”
“We got a live one over there…” he whispers, pointing to the staircase leading to the upstairs bar. “I just saw him hanging over the banister drinking your liquor…”
“How many are there?”
He shrugs. “They swarmed with at least fifty,” he whispers. “But our guys took out a lot of them…”
“And what about our guys?” I whisper.
He shakes his head. “I think some of them got out of dodge in enough time…”
What kind of monsters disguise themselves as patrons of a club and just start unleashing hellfire on everyone? Patrons, too. Did they have a death wish? Did they want a target on them by the cops and the Morino and Lorenzo families?
What was their goal here?
My eyes dart around as I lean against the wall, hoping to rest. He digs behind his back and pulls out another gun and hands it to me. There’s a stampede of feet echoing down the hallway up above us.
I should have seen this coming.
“They didwhat?!” I snap as I slam my fist down on the tabletop, my knife in my palm.
“They targeted Slim Finger and tortured him for information. He says he had to give a little info on our club here…” Luigi speaks with facts and gets straight to the point, but I can tell this time, there's a tinge of fear in his voice.
That’s a little too close for comfort for even me, though.
“What info?” I ask, my brow raised.
He shrugs. “They wanted to know how many nights a week we have real patrons and how many nights a week it’s just members only…”
Those damned Colombos.
They’re up to no good.
They're the only family that had swarmed in like a bunch of head lice that actually might be something. Maybe even the real-deal kind of family and not just pests like I’d thought. If they were the real deal, this all might be real, realbadfor business.
Especially when they started banging down my door all because of some lowlife loan sharks that had it comin’.
Louis Limbardi and Slim Finger were my only loan sharks. Louis Limbardi was just knocked off for stealing. I’m not going to stand for it. But turns out, he’s the Colombos goat. Their star loan shark.
I’m willing to bet the reason he’s so prized over there is because he was a low life, two-timing, slime that always got his dollar.
He was scared.
I’ll give him that.
People usually pay up when Louis Limbardi is around.
He had everything someone would want in a loan shark. He had the goon staff on his side and he had the experience to know what was what. He had been in this game a long, long time. But he’d stolen from me and I couldn’t let it slide. If you let one person get away with something, they are all going to take as much as they can.
Let them see you vulnerable… and that’s when your throat gets sliced open.
I’ve learned all this the hard way over the years.
