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For as long as I live, I’ll never forget the moment Uncle Vinny called me, frantic, telling me I had to get home now. I knew something terrible had happened, but I wasn’t expecting my parents and baby sister to be executed.
Invicta has no fucking shame. No fucking morals.
Okay, maybe it’s a bit rich of me to deride Invicta for not having morals considering I’m the Don of the Iacopelli Mafia, but there’s a fucking code we live by.
And one of them is that we don’t kill innocents, especially children.
What were you thinking, Dad? I wish you had told me.
I rub my temples as I look out the tinted windows, the city passing by in a blur of lights and towering skyscrapers.
Edo breaks the silence. “Invicta is getting bolder.”
“I know,” I snap. “I don’t need to be reminded.”
My phone buzzes, and I pull it out to see a text from Scarlett Rafa. I grimace and stuff it back into my pocket.
I don’t have the energy to deal with Scarlett’s bullshit right now.
“My concern is that Invicta and The Brotherhood will team up and try to overtake us,” Edo continues.
I drum my fingers against the car door. “Mario hates Bobby,” I say. “But I have noticed that The Brotherhood is encroaching on our territory. Maybe I need to meet with Mario and tell him to fuck off.”
A ghost of a smile plays on Edo's lips. “I bet if you promise to marry Scarlett, he’ll agree to whatever terms you want.”
I grimace. “I’m not sticking my dick in crazy again.”
Edo opens his mouth to respond, but it’s cut off by the sound of tires squealing. Edo and I fly forward from the force, my face colliding painfully with the partition.
I hiss as the car jerks to a stop. “What the fuck, Jordan?” I roar to the driver, anger coursing through my veins. He'd better have a fucking good reason to pull that little stunt or I’ll have Edo deal with him.
“Sir, I’m so sorry, but there’s a situation,” Jordan’s panicky voice fills the back of the car. “There’s a girl being held at gunpoint.”
Motherfucker.
I seize the gun in the side pocket of the door and burst out of the car, Edo doing the same on the opposite side of me.
We’re on a residential street full of shitty looking houses, and standing a few feet away is a man holding a terrified woman around the waist, a gun nestled to her temple.
The deafening staccato of automatic gunfire erupts, shattering the silence.
Edo and I dive behind the car as bullets whiz by in a deadly chorus. I snap a fresh magazine into the gun and chamber a round.
“It’s Invicta!” I yell as bullets ricochet off my bulletproof car.
I risk a peek around the car’s edge, the acrid scent of spent gunpowder thick in my nostrils. The Invicta soldier has his arm around the woman’s throat, his gun pointed in our direction before he throws her to the ground. The woman’s head hits the ground with an audible crack.
Edo and I glance at each other and Edo nods. Before I know it, Edo stands up and pitches forward, pulling the trigger. A storm of rounds chews through the soldier’s body, flinging him backward and away from the girl as he tumbles lifelessly to the road.
I dart around the car, and Edo and I cautiously approach the soldier.
His leg twitches.
The sharp crack of my pistol pierces the air as I drill the Invicta soldier through the forehead.
For an eternal beat, all was still except the shrill ringing in my ears and the expanding crimson pool around the soldier’s body. Edo and I heave identical sighs of relief.
“Nice work,” I say to Edo, clapping him on the shoulder. He’s always been my best shooter.
