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And if the talking heads on the TV news programs throw around any mobster links – it’s not like they will be able to link it to us.
Cutting hands off isn’t exactly a signature move. We’re Mafia. We may kill serially, but we’re not serial killers.
Still. I don’t want to have to explain myself. I just want to kill whoever I want and be left alone to enjoy it. I can practically see my father now. I start to count down from ten. Nine. Eight.
“Nico,” my father’s voice yells from a distance.
Fuck. Here we go.
I stand, sighing, as Enzo gives me a pointed look. It’s his favorite way of warning me not to piss him off.
Newsflash, brother – I’ve been pissing him off since the day I was born.
Now, I’ll admit, I reacted emotionally. When Christina told me what Matt did to her, I needed it to have a swift end. I didn’t consider the consequences of this kill or disposal.
In my mind, I was doing the world a favor. Who the fuck would care that I murdered some asshole that hurt women?
There’s nothing redeemable about that.
His father owns a construction site. He’s a small player in a huge game. Where he is important, there are seven other men just like him who are probably better.
I shake my head, straightening my shoulders before I face my father. Whether he likes it or not, our relationship has now changed. I’ve taken a life.
What’s done is done.
The fucker deserved to die and I’ve officially done the task required of me to become a made-man. This family will soon belong to me.
“Good morning, Sir,” I say, knocking on the door of his office.
My father looks up with a scowl.
“Is this you?” He asks, pointing to the screen playing in his office.
“Yep.” I lean against the door. “Proud? Planning a party for my first kill?”
“You’re lucky I don’t strangle you, boy.” My father stands, his full height nearly reaching mine.
But I don’t back down. I’m not afraid of my father anymore.
“You don’t have anything to say for yourself?” Anger colors his face.
I shrug and cross my arms.
“I’d do it again.”
He runs a frustrated hand over his jaw.
“Do you have any idea how much shit we’re in with Riccis? Huh? We need them in our pocket. How am I supposed to keep them on our side if you’re out killing off their future heirs?”
He slams his hand against his desk, sending pens scattering over the floor.
“We can’t afford for you to be sloppy.”
“He assaulted Christina,” I say, shrugging. “Easy decision.” I take a step forward. “Like I said, I’d fucking do it again.”
My father considers me for a long moment. Finally, he nods his head and sighs, taking a seat once more.
“About Christina…” He gestures for me to have a seat across from him. I eye him warily.
