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I glare at Petrie. "I’m sure it was a misunderstanding."
Giosuè takes a step forward. "Tell us what you want."
"We want your head on a silver platter." The last remaining brother—who must be Giuseppe if my powers of deduction are holding up—tears off his mask and thrusts it to the ground.
Faro growls. "We’ve done nothing to you."
"Your cousins did," Petrie reminds him.
Giosuè grits his teeth. "We’re not responsible for the actions of our extended family. If you have beef with them, don't involve us."
"Collateral damage." Giuseppe’s voice is so chilling it horrifies me. "Exactly like Paulo—correct?"
Giosuè falls silent. Faro takes the opportunity to speak. "We can make things right in another way."
Petrie and Luigi share a glance—then burst out laughing. "What do you propose?"
"You must have some idea." Faro removes his T-shirt, then rubs his bare chest. "All my life, I’ve liked older men. Dangerous men. Men who’ll fuck me good and treat me dirty."
Giuseppe rolls his eyes. "You’re barking up the wrong tree."
Petrie takes Giuseppe’s hand. "You tell them,fratello."
I stare at the two men holding hands—and try not to vomit. Oh my God—they’re—they’re…
I double over and gag. "You two are nasty."
Giuseppe massages Petrie’s palm with his thumb. "Live and let live."
"As if your Daddies are so innocent," Luigi drawls, massaging Giuseppe’s shoulders.
My eyes turn to slits. "They’d never do whatyoudo."
Giosuè cracks his neck. "Now’s probably not the best time to tell you this, but—"
Luigi points his gun at Faro. "Shut your mouth, little boy."
Giosuè puts his hands on his hips. "I’m afemboy—asshole."
Luigi pulls the trigger.
Bang.
Giosuè screams as the bullet slams into the ground by his feet, nearly puncturing it. "Oh, my brothers are going to have a field day with you."
"Tie them up." Petrie doesn’t mince words.
Giuseppe glares at Petrie. "Who are you to give us orders, slave?Youtie them up."
"Fair point," Petrie growls, marching toward us.
We try to struggle, but Petrie’s too strong. He lashes us to poles, preventing us from moving.
Giuseppe pulls out a knife and runs the blade down Faro’s neck. "Good, little boy. Now, you’re going to feel what our brother felt."
Marcello
My brothers and I storm outside. Today, there’s no time to waste.
