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I want this.
I want to see him suffering.
I want this over with.
I turn to Fynn. “End it.”
“Wait!” Cameron bleats. “I can find out more aboutIl Diablo.”
“It’s fuckingIl Diavolo,” I say in disgust. “Get it right.”
It worries me that this name for the devil is Italian, not Spanish.
Maybe it’s just to mess with us. It’s not one of our own. Nobody is that powerful. Nobody would ever dare take on Angelo from our world.
Though, new threats move in on us each and every day. That is the nature of this business.
Trust nobody.
“What can you find out that we don’t already know?”
“The address…”
“Sixteen and Elm,” Marco states casually, waving his phone in the air. “Already got the drop-off address. Empty storage container with no leads and a dead end. Seems like your time’s up.”
“Wait, I can find him. He trusts me…”
“You said you didn’t even know him,” I snap. “And how trustworthy could you be? You’re still selling shit on the street for mere pesos. I doubt you’ve got a substantial cut if you’re still peddling small shit on the street corner.”
Enzo moves closer to Angelo, rubbing his chin as his eyebrows knit together. I don’t like the look on his face, not one bit. I hope he doesn’t convince Angelo that we need this fucker alive. We don’t. This ends tonight.
“Without permission,” Fynn adds. “The Medicis run the drug trade in this city, and you don’t work for Angelo. You work for someone you’ve never met who doesn’t even know you exist. Just like the rest of the world when they don’t even put you on the news when they find your body parts in the Charles.”
“Fish get hungry this time of year,” I chime in. “They won’t leave much of you to find.”
Cameron leaps up and storms at me, just as Fynn slides me the knife. I clutch it in my hand, thankful I got shot in the left shoulder, not the right.
The adrenaline has made me forget all about my pain.
“This is for Mia,” I mutter as he runs right into the blade. He reaches down, clutching his stomach as I pull the knife out.
“And this is for Katiya,” Marco chimes, digging in his own knife, aimed at the chest this time. Cameron gasps for air, clutching at me as I look down at him in disgust.
“And this is for Sage,” Fynn says, holding the gun to his head as I move away. He fires.One. Two.Cameron falls to the ground listlessly as blood oozes out of him, and Fynn stands over his body, looking every bitIl Diavolohimself right now.
Again, Marco makes the sign of the cross.
“I’d say that was handled much better than the first time,” Angelo says, looking pleased. “But I’ve told you more than once not to wear your good shit to the warehouse.”
Marco snorts.
Fynn chuckles, and I stand back, running a hand through my hair.
I feel Marco’s hand on my shoulder. “You okay, little brother?”
I nod. It isn’t my first rodeo, but I’ve never seen anyone shot up close like this before.
And the fact Fynn is reveling in it, doing Angelo and all of us proud. I’m glad for him.
