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Now that he faced them, he made out a man’s face. The man gasped, grabbed his neck, and fell to his knees. He stared as the gasping assailant—if he could even call them that—went from his knees to the asphalt. This man looked…what was the word?
Unimpressionable?
Uneventful?
Where was Bez when he needed her?
Whatever the word was, this man with his dark hair and regular brown eyes didn’t look like a killer. Then again, he supposed that was the point. People saidhelooked like a killer, but what did that even mean? Was it his scars? How did they know he hadn’t gotten them from playing too roughly on a playground as a child?
“I said, ‘Who the fuck are you’?”
Giorgio looked up directly into the barrel of a gun and cocked his head to the side.
“You will not shoot?”
“Nique ta mère!”Lavigne waved the gun. “Fuck you. If I shoot you, I am dead.”
“Why do you wait?” he asked. “Because I am not three-year-old boy?”
Lavigne spat on the ground. “Enculé.”
“I am asshole? Mudak, pull the fucking trigger.”
“Tell your guy to stand down. I have to get Wes some help. If not, we’re all going to die today.”
Behind the mudak, Dez steadied a rifle.
Lavigne inched toward his comrade.
Giorgio watched Lavigne’s every movement, Gage’s request echoing in his head. Veeny had to live so Lattimore could be the one to kill him. Veeny had to live so Lattimore could kill him.Lattimore wanted him to kill Veeny.
Lavigne grabbed his dying friend and backed up toward the shadows. Giorgio turned and headed back to Bez and the boys.
“Pozza,” Dez called, following him. “You can’t ask someone pointing a gun at you to pull the trigger. We talked about this.”
“I did not ask.”
“Which is worse.”
“You are there, da?”
“Yeah, I’ve got your back, but—”
“So what is problem?”
Dez sighed. “There are none, I guess.”
When he and Dez reached the Cayenne, he picked Theo up, opened the back of the SUV, and sat Theo down. He removed one of his shirts and draped it over Theo’s body.
Theo’s lip trembled. “I’m sorry I had an accident, Unco Gio.”
He gently bumped their foreheads together. “Is okay, Little Theo. This will happen. Your Uncle Gio is not angry. But Mr. Veeny will not bring you harm. If he try, I will take knif—”
“Notice,” Mo cut in. “He’ll take notice and handle it.”
“Bez, this is not what I will do.”
She kissed the side of his arm, and he liked when she kissed odd places. He also liked when she carried Aleksi in one of those things she wrapped around her like bedsheets. Knowing she was happy even though she was with him was better than all of his cars, even the Ferraris.
