AllFreeNovel
Share Us
I’m still fuming. I don’t go into any of what just happened, I simply say, “Her usual self.”
He narrows his eyes. “I hope you weren’t a dick to her.”
I saunter toward them around the large, rectangular table. “Would it matter if I was? She’s a good person. She’d still come around whenever you call.”
He goes to stand, but Marco leans across to stop him.
“Fynn, what’s wrong?” Marco interjects, concern crossing his face.
“Nothing,” I lie.
Dante’s eyes meet mine, and he shakes his head. Even he won’t hear about this. It’s not my secret to tell.
“Then sit the fuck down,” Angelo says, his face angry.
I know it’s not me.
Something’s gone down. Angelo doesn’t usually wear his emotions on his sleeve, so this has to be bad.
When Rocco moves away from the door to come toward the table, Angelo tells him to sit.
He doesn’t seem happy about it.
When everyone is seated, and looking at Angelo at the head of the table, he takes a breath, as if trying to steady himself.
“Rocco found out that there is a bounty on all of our heads.”
Marco shifts in his chair. “I think that was obvious, after the car bombing. Kill all four brothers in one nice clean package.”
“Except we never all travel together in one car,” Angelo interjects. “It wasn’t meant to kill us, it was meant to threaten us, to let us know that whoever this Il Diavolo is, he can get to us whenever the fuck he wants.” He’s referring to the word on the street about a name that keeps coming up in the underworld, a man only known as ‘Il Diavolo’, and no one knows his identity. Yet.
We think he may be the mastermind behind everything that has been going on.
“Not if we find him first,” Rocco says, his hands turn to fists on the table. “And find him we will.”
Angelo glances his way, not satisfied, he shakes his head. “Something about this feels off.”
Marco turns in his chair. “Why?”
“I don’t know, it just does.”
Marco is the most superstitious person I’ve ever met, and if Angelo feels off about something, it’s for a reason.
“Because the Triads attacked Fortress and tried to wipe out the women,” Dante says. “Before that, Allegra betrayed us all, Angelo was almost killed, as was Enzo, along with Mia and Katiya, who almost suffered a fate worse than death. Angelo’s right, the bombing was a warning, and we need to think smarter if we’re going to find out who Il Diavolo is.”
Angelo doesn’t move a muscle.
“More to the point, how long has Il Diavolo been moving in on our turf,” Enzo pipes up. “I had my guys do a sniff around, a lot of shit out there on the street ain’t good. Imported coke, low-grade quality. Bailed up one of the dealers, says he got it from a club downtown at the Whiskey Run, the supplier owns the joint, but nobody knows who he is. Seems like this coke’s been out on the street for a few weeks now, and nobody’s saying shit about where it came from.”
Angelo cracks his neck side to side. “I think we know where it fucking came from. The stash of coke from the shipping container, which mysteriously went missing.”
“If I had to guess,” I interrupt. “I’d say Cam had a hand in making that stash disappear, thinking nobody would know, making a little on the side for himself and blaming us.”
In all the chaos with what was going on that night, I never got to question him about that before he met his untimely death.
“Agreed, a side order for a debt he probably owed,” Angelo goes on. “Well, the little prick might just come in useful after all.”
“When he’s dead?” I snicker.
