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“Already working on that.” Arlo flicked his wrist, and after a quick glance at his watch, he added, “The cleaners will be here in five.”
Good.
“Now.” The craving to lose control intensified, and I could almost hear their cries. “Have we identified who dropped her off?”
I had surveillance in every corner of the properties I owned, and if I didn’t own them, Salvatore did. Nothing happened in this city without the Moretti family knowing. It was a death wish, and one I delivered with pleasure.
Arlo’s attire of black jeans and a tee answered before he even nodded. “Yes. Two males, they are in their early thirties and not affiliated.” Poor bastards, they had no clue. “They reside in Model City and are usually together at night.”
“Perfect.”
Miami was the definition of beauty in disguise. Cruel at night and unforgiving if unknown. Filled with street gangs, murderers, and the homeless who would do anything for a white line. A combination of chaos, money, crime, and tourism. An exquisite disaster.
Model City housed the finest criminals at night. Usually skittish, and with the confidence of a wolf but the composure of a rat. Even then, they all knew the Moretti name. Not one neighborhood stepped out of line. It’s how they survived.
I guess a reminder has to be made.
“Let’s go,” I announced, and while adrenaline continued to plow through me in waves, we left the body behind.
Sleep would have to wait. I had to take care of business. I had made Katia a promise to take her to the city tomorrow. I couldn’t break it, and that meant I had to ensure her safety.
Sergio leaned outside Arlo’s vehicle with his arms crossed in all black. When we neared, he straightened, and I tossed him my keys.
“Follow us back to the city.”
Sergio nodded. In silence, he walked over to my car while Arlo and I cornered his. I climbed inside Arlo’s blacked out SUV and closed my eyes, but peace wasn’t something I had the pleasure of in this life. My phone rang inside the cab. Lately, that was all my phone did, and it was unusual, as anything related to the family came to Arlo first. The only people who contacted me directly were my brothers and those who had my private number.
“Are you planning to answer?” Arlo grumbled, annoyed by the phone’s chime.
“I need a drink,” I mumbled, rubbed my face, and picked up my phone.
LV flashed on the screen. A person I had no drive to speak to, but I needed to.
“Lorenzo,” I answered Katia’s brother.
“I heard a few whispers.”
“Do tell,” I deadpanned.
“Another hit. Soon.”
The whispers had just reached him and were delayed. They were a fact.
“You’re a bit late, Vitelli.”
“So they are true.”
“Yes.”
“And Katia?”
“Safe.”
Silence.
This time, I filled him in. It wasn’t about liking him; it was about numbers. And a dead Enzo did me no good. Because soon, hewouldtake his father’s seat.
“It has started.” The shifts of power and old alliances breaking. The roots of all wars. “I suggest you huddle up,” I dug.
