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“You’ll have to kill us both then,” I blurt.
He scowls. “How romantic. Romeo and Juliet over here. Give them a round of applause, ladies and gentlemen.” He taps his gun against the cast iron banister. “So fucking dramatic.”
“Says you!” I point at his face.
“Shh, Gia. Not while he’s waving his gun around,” Castor says. “C’mon, Marco. We have busy days ahead of us dealing with the Russians. Let’s put this behind us.”
He struts down the stairs, taking his time like he’s playing with his food. I know the look, the movements. These are the moments before he snaps.
“I love how you’re trying to protect my sister, from me. Like I’m not her blood.” Marco grins.
“Would you rather me put her in front to shield me from your bullets? Seriously, Marco, what the fuck are you saying? Listen to yourself.”
He’s high out of his mind. In fact, I think he did more drugs since the incident. I scrunch Castor’s arm in fear.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” He lifts the gun straight at Castor, making silent tears well up again.
A part of me wishes Castor would’ve just ambushed him unsuspecting and chained him up in his gold store basement. Why is he giving this asshole so many passes?
“Hm. Think I can’t handle my coke? After the job I just pulled sniffing out Patrovski’s little goons? I was good enough then, wasn’t I? Your precious little hound.”
“It’s not like that,” Castor growls at him.
“Oh no? Heh.” He makes it to the foot of the stairs and wipes his bloodied nose with the pistol. “Then why run behind my back?”
“Waiting for the right time.”
“A little too long, I think.” He takes out a baggie of coke and smacks it against his leg, then notices both of us tense at the sight. “What? Just a little popcorn for the show.”
“We’re past that. We’ve already beat each other to a fucking pulp.”
“Nah. I don’t think so. I haven’t fucked your mother yet to make it even. I think she’ll like it.”
I feel Castor tense in my grip. Don’t give in, I pray.
“What? That’s not fair?” Marco tilts his head as he opens the baggie. “Tell me it’s not fair, Castor. I dare you.” He dips his pinky to taste the coke, then flinches with pleasure.
“I meant what I said before.”
“Aww.” He frowns, slinking closer to us. He’s truly hideous right now, but he wears wounds so well I think it makes him more frightening. Why did we come here…
Because it’s either we square this away, or Castor kills him. That’s why.
Would I be able to forgive him if he did that? If he killed my big brother…
I… don’t know.
I stare up at the big hunk of man protecting me. Not just physically, but emotionally too. He’s thinking long-term even though he’s negotiating with a pistol-wielding hyena.
God… he’s going to get himself killed for me.
“What makes you think I give a shit how you feel, Cast? You’re intruding. This is Castellano business. Me and her.” He points the gun to himself then to me.
I squeeze tight to make sure Castor understands I want nothing to do with him.
“Put down the gun, Marco.”
He lets it swing upside down, dangling by his finger caught in the trigger-guard. “Give me my sister.”
