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“I just stayed with the others, man.”
“Where?”
A faint scuffle stirred in the right corner. Arlo’s patience thinned, waiting for answers.
“Liberty Square! Sixty-Eighth and Thirteenth!”
“How many?”
He didn’t answer, and I discharged a round of lead into his good kneecap. A small drive to keep him talking.
Fuck his mouth did. Piercing echoes of misery rang as loud as the gunshot had.
“Figlio di puttana!”he cursed. “Six! Six of us should be left.”
Of us.
“And Tino Borelli?”
“I don’t know! I don’t know, okay?” he choked. “I just overheard another saying that our Tino was in town.”
So it had been him all along.
Bold move to hide in my streets.
I rose, done with what I needed, blood and Tino. I looked over his lead filled body one last time and fished out my black handkerchief from my back pocket. I wiped my face, neck, and turned, leaving him to pay for his sins until I could meet again in hell.
“You will bleed to death—slowly. And with each drop that splatters onto your own pool of blood, know your woman will receive the same mercy I showed you.”
And when the door shut with his imploring cry, I finally felt something.
Satisfaction.
I rolled my head and placed the blood-stained cloth back in my pocket. The eerie silence did not allow a whimper to filter through the soundproof walls, not even a whistle. I thought of my next move, my next orders and their domino effect. With the Borelli name in my thoughts they were easy to give.
“Find the fiancée.” I faced Viktor. “And when you do, give the orders to our men in California.”
Ilias’s head snapped, and I cut my eyes to him.
“It’s a war, Ilias.” He didn’t utter a word. “And inthiswar, women are free game.” His light blue eyes turned brutal. He understood. Katia was proof. “So go to Davina and keep your phone on you.”
With a nod, he left.
I turned to Arlo, who eagerly waited for murder.
“Get Sergio, Rio, Casper, and three more.” Arlo’s teeth shone savagely. “Make a statement.” His smile gleamed excitedly in bloodthirst.
Any other time, I would be the first to unleash hell, but not now.
I couldn’t leave Katia for any longer. She was still the target.
The prize.
Theweakness.
It was late.With little sleep and a relentless mind, all I wanted was to head straight to my room once I’d arrived home, to the place I knew I’d left her behind, and slide into bed next to her warmth and beating heart. But I wasn’t dead, and my promises always came first.
The smell of freshly brewed coffee disturbed my routine, and the surprise wasn’t welcome.
