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I want to pull up on them this afternoon and pay them a friendly visit. I'll bring my best soldiers along and beat them senseless.
Gianluca adjusts a file folder. "That's where it gets interesting. We already know Nero Pharmaceuticals has ties to the Diavolo brothers."
"I know."
"Benedetto spoke to his contacts at the FDA. The Diavolos control the plant in Yonkers where this drug is manufactured."
My vision blurs. The Diavolos are behind this. Our mortal fucking enemies are the same people who hurt my boy. I can't wrap my head around it.
"The Diavolos?" I demand.
"Yes." Gianluca blows out a breath. "I have a proposition."
"I'm listening."
"We'll perform a sting operation at their plant next month. This could be where they're manufacturing drugs."
"What do you mean?"
"They use their generic pharmaceutical business to cover up their illicit drug trade. They accidentally put stimulants in their legal medication."
I grit my teeth. "You're fucking kidding."
Gianluca shakes his head. "No. That's what Benedetto thinks. They placed prescription stimulants in the omeprazole by accident because they don't manage their plant properly."
"How do we infiltrate their plant?"
"There's a sweet boy named Rusty who comes to my homeless shelter every Saturday who volunteers with the homeless youth. He hauls garbage for the plant. I believe he has the keys to the building. I could ask him to get us inside."
I nod. "What's the timeline?"
"We'll spend the next month gathering evidence, tracking down the Diavolo's associates, and interrogating them. If we discover key information, we'll proceed with our infiltration."
I nod. "Thank you."
I kill the call and slide my phone into my back pocket. I blow out a breath and try to process the information my brother gave me.
I can't believe it. Our mortal fucking enemies are likely behind the tainted medication my sweet angel used. They're the reason Arlo's throat burned so much. He didn't have enough omeprazole to ease his symptoms. And he couldn't buy pills from anywhere else because he could only afford these ones.
Anger fills my being and makes me want to punch a wall. I think about the inequalities in our system and grit my teeth. Poor people buy subpar medication instead of the high-end meds they need because they can't afford doctors. It's a classic case of the have versus the have-nots.
One thing's certain. I'll take these motherfuckers down with Gianluca and Benedetto and keep Arlo safe.
I'll never let anyone hurt my boy again.
