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Marco is a lot like the rest of us Mafia boys. Dark hair, strong nose, and an irreverent yet dangerous attitude.
"What's got into you?" Marco asks me as he takes my hand and stands.
"Everything and nothing all at once," I say to him. "Are you over the runs?" I ask him.
"Over the what?"
I shrug. "The runs. When you called out sick, I figured that's what you had."
"Oh," he says. "Right. Yeah, doing better. Heard about the girl."
I nod my head a little and my lips pull into a straight line.
"I know that face," he says to me.
"No face," I say back.
"We've been working together for a long time, Teddy," he says. "I've known you since we were kids. I know that face."
"I knew her back when we were kids is all."
"Heard you and Constantino both knew her."
"Yeah," I say slowly. "Good thing he's not around these days. He never forgave me for all that."
"Wanna go get a drink?" Marco asks.
"Do I?" I laugh and follow him willingly.
"I'll drive," he says as we walk out to the parking lot of the mansion.
"Alright," I say. "But that means that I'm getting plastered."
"Sounds about right," Marco replies. He shakes his head and we both climb into the car. He heads towards a local hangout just outside the mansion that is generally considered safe. These days, you really can't afford to be going to places that may not be friendly.
"So, what happened with Consty?" he asks.
"You know how he gets," I say, adjusting the seat so that I'm leaning way back. I put my hands beneath my head and close my eyes. "He assumes things and gets his panties in a wad before he's even got the entire story."
"Well, what did he assume?"
"He assumed that I stole his girl."
"The girl that's currently living in the mansion now? The girl that you just brought under your protection? Yeah, doesn't sound like you stole her at all."
I grimace. He's got a point when it's put like that. "There's more to it than what it seems on the surface."
"You ever tell him that?"
"Have I ever been able to have a legit conversation with," I pause, "any of my brothers?"
Marco lets out a deep laugh. "I guess not. Think he'll be pissed when he finds out she's here?"
I blow out some air, letting the gush brush aside some of the hair that's fallen into my eyes. I probably need a haircut one of these days. "I dunno," I say. "He can't really return. His life is forfeit if he does. If someone else doesn't kill him, Carmine will immediately. Besides, I think he just likes being pissy about stuff. I can't imagine that he's actually still mad at me for what happened with a girl that he was barely dating back in high school."
"Whatdidhappen?"
"I can't really say."
