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People compared us, me and Chase, for our willingness to do whatever it took to get the job done, for our love of blood, and spilling it for vengeance.
It was the one button I hated people to push.
Because Iknew I was better.
He’d argue that point.
I’d get angry.
He’d get angrier.
I’d laugh, get punched.
A brawl would break out, and it would be useless because he’d be protected by every man in that room, and I’d have nothing but myself.
Not that I wasn’t completely used to that. Being alone. It was easier that way.
“One more job,” Tex said, surprising the hell out of me so much that I nearly knocked my chin on the blade of Chase’s knife. “We have a… situation.”
“You want me…” I burst out laughing. They didn’t. “…to work… for you guys?” I waved my hand between them. “Yeah, not happening.”
“Then the answer’s no. Enjoy your flight back to Europe, and do send some wine when you get there, Grim Reaper. Hey, what do you guys want?” Tex asked the room. “A good merlot? How about a cab?”
“Dibs.” Dante laughed and tossed a knife in the air while Chase pulled his back—the guy didn’t even wipe my blood from it.
Lunatics. All of them.
I let out a defeated sigh. Did my grandfather know? Was that why he sent me? Betrayal choked my throat, and I swallowed it down, but it lingered when I finally met Tex’s intense stare. “Who am I killing?”
“That’s the spirit.” Chase backed fully away and joined the rest of the men as they sat in different seats by the metal tables as if they were the jury and I was on trial.
Phoenix pulled out a bottle of whiskey and nodded to a leather seat. “It’s delicate, needs to be done from an outside source so nobody can link it back to us… it seems the Sinacore Family made some enemies when they re-joined the fold here in the US.”
I snorted. “No shit.” They fucking woke the sleeping giant was what they did.
I still remember waking up out of a dead sleep to the news. The Sinacore Family had just joined the Five Families of the US.
Royalty was reborn.
Half the people rejoiced.
The other half rebelled because they knew without question that the rest of the Families in Italy would be sucked into the same vortex.
The old traditions were dying.
And in their place?
These dicks.
Did they really have no idea the chaos it caused? When the oldest Family in Italy handed over the reins to a half-Russian? To Italian-Americans?
“Do this for me,” Andrei spoke up, handing me a glass and grabbing the whiskey from Phoenix, pouring heavily. “Do this for me, and I’ll forget this conversation even happened.”
“And if I walk away?” I asked, even though I knew what would happen.
Blood. Death. After all, did I really think I was going back to Italy after making this trip here? I knew it was either life or death. I knew I wouldn’t be getting back on a plane.
Andrei leaned back in his chair and pressed a red button on the wall behind him.
