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Jane presses her lips together, chastised.
“There is no merit to Diaz’s claim.” I meet his gaze with a steady one of my own.
“That’s not what Myles says.”
“Oh?” My tone grows cold when I look and see Myles’s smug expression. “And what, do tell, does Myles say?”
I expect Myles to answer, but it’s my grandfather who says, “That you were present the night of Antony Furnari’s death, and Diaz knows.”
My blood boils.What a spineless piece of shit…
“He also says Diaz is threatening to tell Salvatore Furnari this information if you don’t stay out of his business in Harlem,” Grandfather finishes.
There aren’t many people who can place me at the location of Antony Furnari’s death. Unfortunately, Myles is one of them.
But I refuse to let him think he has the upper hand here.
“So?” I ask.
“So?” Grandfather sputters. His face turns an angry shade of red. “Are you a fool, boy? Salvatore Furnari runs this town. What do you think he will do to our family when he learns you were seen at the scene of his son’s murder?”
My jaw aches from how hard I grind my teeth together, but it’s all that keeps me from unleashing impulsive words and revealing more than I want to. Myles has officially demonstrated he isn’t trustworthy, but it's something I’ve suspected for a long time. With the addition of this ambush, it becomes clear to me that the man very well could be moving against me.
And I don’t just mean by running to tattle on me to my grandfather in the hopes it will gain him favor…
“My presence there had nothing to do with his son’s death.”
“You think Salvatore will believe that?”
“It’s the truth.”
“That doesn’t matter.” He slams his hand on the table. His face now has a purplish hue, and his breathing has grown erratic.
I’m not the only one who notices.
“Grandfather,” Jane murmurs gently. “Maybe we should table this conversation for a moment? You’re sweating.” Sure enough, a bead of sweat trails down the old man’s temple.
But Colin MacKenzie isn’t one to be told what to do. “Despite what you all seem to think, I still lead this family,” he spews angrily, glaring accusingly at each of us at the opposite end of the table. “And I refuse to sit back and watch while your stubbornness puts us in a position to become the number one enemy of the most powerful family in this city.” The last words are directed at me.
There are so many things I can say to clear my name and prove to my grandfather that I’m above reproach when it comes to Antony Furnari’s murder. But I can’t.
Not yet.
Not if I don’t want to risk the information getting back to Luis Diaz and ruining everything…
My hands are tied, and it’s nothing short of infuriating to see Myles’s arrogant expression as he watches the disagreement unfolding in front of him. He doesn’t know his days in this family are numbered, and I can’t wait to be the one to kick his ass out when the time comes.
I lean back in my chair, the picture of calm, and ask, “What do you suggest I do?”
“You will pull our men out of Harlem immediately,” he replies. “And you will clear the air with Diaz today. We will not giveel halcóna reason to act against us.”
What he doesn’t realize is that Luis Diaz doesn’t need a reason to act against us. His ambition makes him unstable, and his word means nothing. My grandfather would know that if he’d take the time to listen, but now that his pride has taken a hit from being left in the dark, there’s no way that’ll happen.
I think through my options, debating the pros and cons of each. I’m forced to acknowledge that the smartest play is to go along with Grandfather’s demand. Once he’s placated, my inner circle and I can work on our plan to take Diaz out officially. He made a grave error by bringing his threats to my grandfather’s attention, and he will be dealt with.
“Understood.”
Grandfather blinks. “Understood?”
