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He nods and slowly, menacingly, he stalks over until he reaches the back of the chair.
“We’re gonna take a nice little drive down to the Charles,” I tell Cameron as he stumbles up to his feet. “That’s after I put the same marks on you that you put on Sage. I wasn’t kidding about that.”
He holds up his hands like that will save him.
“Finish him,” I hear Angelo bark. “You know we’re good with knives if you want to borrow them.”
Cameron seems to cower even further. He stands no chance, and he knows it.
When I’ve beaten him to a pulp, and he’s rolling around on the ground, bleeding and groaning for his life, I decide it’s time to get him out of here.
“Coming along nicely,” Rocco nods, impressed.
“I’m taking him down to the Charles,” I state, walking over to the sink and washing the blood from my knuckles. “Drown the motherfucker so I know he’s dead.”
Rocco gives me a look. I’m sure he’d much prefer to end him right here, right now.
I don’t see the difference. We have to discard the body either way.
But, I don’t admit to them, I keep hearing Sage’s words in my head. She believes this will taint her, that she had everything to do with his impending death.
I do not, for one second, want this asshole to live, but I don’t know if I can lie to her and tell her I set him free when he’s floating in the Charles River.
I just don’t know.
This is why I’m not the mafia boss. This is why I can never be.
This shit doesn’t come that easily to me, nor Dante.
The larger part of me wants to end him, but taking a man's life hangs heavily over me.
It’s not normal to think like this, considering the family I’ve grown up with my entire life. My father’s legacy would leave little to be desired if we all just let the asshole perpetrators go to keep our consciences clear.
The thing is, it’s not my conscience I’m worried about.
Angelo steps back in and assesses Cameron on the ground. “Good work, but he’s still breathing.”
“He won’t be soon,” I mutter.
Angelo comes to face me. “You sure you got the chops to see it through, little brother?”
I almost balk. “Are you questioning me?”
“Straight up. It’s not exactly a contact sport we’re playing here, Fynn. I want you to be sure. There’re no second chances for fuckers like this. No matter what Sage thinks.”
He’s right, of course. He would end him right here, right now.
But I need a moment to think.
“I can do this,” I tell him, looking him in the eye. “And I will do it.”
“Good. I’m leaving. Darko and one of the soldiers Carlos will make sure you both get back okay.” He glances down at the douchebag. “Any problems, call me.” He looks back at me sternly.
I don’t see what problems could ensue since the guy is half dead already from the beating I gave him. Of course, all the remorseful pleas come out again, how he never meant to hurt her, and how he has to make his next drop or he will be hunted down and killed by some henchmen.
I’m confused how he even thinks he’s going to get out of this.
Angelo slaps me on the back. I actually can’t believe he’s leaving me here. I guess he does trust me implicitly to do what I said I would do.
