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24
DANTE
“It was a job,”he splutters. “For the one they call himIl Diavolo.”
I frown.
Diavolo?
The devil.
It’s the first time I’ve heard this name.
I see Angelo and Marco say something in my peripheral vision, but I can’t hear what they say.
“Who does he work for?”
Not the Colombians, if he was stealing from them, obviously.
“I don’t fucking know!” Cameron cries as Fynn kicks him square in the face.
We all wince. Holy shit. I had no idea my brother was such a badass.
I guess this is what happens when you've got years of pent-up emotion and all of your brothers watching. He won’t fuck the job up this time.
“Not what I asked!”
“Okay, okay, Allegra…”
I shake my head. “We know about Allegra. This is fucking old news, Cameron. You better start talking soon because I will start breaking bones.”
“She masterminded it, as you know, except there was somebody she didn’t know about who hired me and a few of the other guys. We were double-agents…” He’s singing like a fucking canary now. “And I never saw or met him. Just know that they refer to him asIl Diavolo.”
Marco makes a sign of the cross in my peripheral. Out of all of us, he is the most superstitious. He doesn’t like devil talk or even uttering his name. He cracks his neck, and I wonder if he’s going to take a swing, too, just because he can.
“Why do they refer to him as that?” I ask, walking around him once more. Blood drips from his cheek and his nose. I hope he fucking broke it.
“Because he’s so feared in the underworld that nobody dares speak his name.”
Angelo frowns.
Fynn looks up to meet my brother's gaze, and Angelo shakes his head once.
“My brother thinks you’re lying, Cameron,” Fynn sing-songs. He leans down close to his ear and then uppercuts him in the ribs once, twice, three times. “We don’t like liars around here.”
“Fuck!” He grunts. “I don’t know shit, just to unload the drugs from the ship and put it into the van. We got out before you fuckers raided the joint, so you were none the wiser.”
“We still found drugs,” I remind him. “You either got sloppy, or I’m guessing it was a ploy?”
In fact, the cops found a good stash of cocaine in the bust, and they got all the praise.
We should be the ones having a parade in our honor for keeping this city safe, not the corrupt cops and feds of Boston.
Cameron has the audacity to smirk. “Had to leave you some crumbs. After all, you’re used to being ten steps behind.”
“That’s not nice, Cameron.” Fynn nods to Rocco, who’s standing closer to him than any of us. Rocco hands the knife over. “I did warn you about not bullshitting me.”
He slices his other cheek as Cameron cries out, clutching his face, which is just a bloody mess now.
