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Why not let Junior keep doing it?
Nothing lined up.
Nothing made sense.
You didn’t just wake up one morning and decide you want to be a boss after years of hating the mafia and fighting for a chance to choose your own major.
I knew something was going on, and I trusted Junior, he wasn’t easy to kill, and our last conversation had me wondering if he knew something I didn’t.
It was a fucking mess.
Mine to clean up.
Mine to straighten out.
“Call a meeting in a week and Tank, watch the rest of the men. Eyes and ears everywhere. Either Ivan’s plotting something…”
Or someone else is.
And has been for a very long time.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
“Pretending is worse than getting shot at, I would know, I pretended a very, very long time.” —King Campisi
Ivan
I signed the contract.
The easiest part was over with.
Now I just had to wait for the complaints from all the men telling me how to do my job and that we should have broken away to prove our strength. Time would tell and I figured it would take possibly a day for news to spread that we would stay under the thumb of the Capo.
Something the De Langes had notoriously hated for years.
Find the mole.
Who was pulling the strings.
Who was barking out orders.
Who had no fear.
It wouldn’t take long, I’d only bought so much time though, so I was still nervous. People rarely stayed silent; they were passive aggressive, good with words and good with pulling people to their side, and often driven by their own greed or need for power.
It wasn’t Tank. I knew that for sure.
I had no suspicions and hadn’t received any intel. I was told to wait for further instructions, and I was told to play my part, which started once King signed. I’d just single-handedly ruined so many plans.
Tank brought the black folder back to me. I opened it, saw blood, and went into a purposeful self-destruct mode.
I grabbed a bottle of whiskey and started chugging, then slammed it onto the ground. “More!”
Tank stared at me, then at the bottle, shook his head, and walked off to get more whiskey.
Sick to my stomach, I pretended not to watch Bella watch me as I got up and joined some of my men at their table.
They were drunk off their asses, possibly high, and had a few women with them who looked like actual prostitutes.
