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Prologue
The blast of heat sears my skin as I lay on the sun’s surface. So freaking hot, but it’s not the heat that will kill me. I can’t fucking breathe. My pounding heart nearly shoots me from the bed. “It’s just a dream. A dream. Not real.” I repeat, as if the part of my mind that’s awake can control this. Stop this—if only I can get his attention. But it’s too busy watching the scene we’ve seen a dozen times. Light-Blast-Heat-Lucas screams.
The same pattern—every dream, every time.
My mind will never let me forget, as if I could. Adding the little scream detail for torture. Lucas didn’t scream the night I failed him. He died instantly. At least, that’s what they told me. I guess my mind never accepted it because I hear his screams loud and clear. Maybe they lied. I get it. I do. What else would you tell an eleven-year-old who is spending months in a burn ward? A child who didn’t even wake up, let alone sit up, until months later. Months when his little brother was buried, grief was silenced, and the docks were well on their way to being repaired—what would be the point in giving him more agony? Wasn’t struggling for every breath agony enough?
A hand squeezes my shoulder, and I grab it. The swift motion shakes me awake. I hear the grunt before I see the face. I drophis wrist and wince when he does. He’ll have bruises tonight from waking me. I swipe at the water dripping from my brow. Shit, the sheets are soaked. “Sorry, man,” I offer.
“What the fuck ever. I hate waking your ass up. Every damn time, I end up with a taped hand. Next time I’m giving you a kick in the ass.” Julian continues fussing, and I blink at the clock—two-twenty-five am.
The numbers shoot me arrow-straight. “What happened? Who’s hurt?” I ask questions while I stride to the dresser. I’m already wearing a t-shirt, never sleep without one, I just need some pants.
“No one’s hurt. At least not as far as I can tell. Your uncle is expecting a call from America and thought you guys should be there. It’s someone who needs a favor.”
My foot stops in the middle of my pants leg. “A favor? From Uncle Cosmos? Who doesn’t know that Leo is running things now? Uncle Cosmos retired a year ago.”
“Exactly. That’s why you’re all supposed to be there. He didn’t want to promise anything without Leo’s agreement.”
“So, why does he need me?”
“Don’t know.” Julian shrugs. “I was told to wake you up, and I did. My part is done.” He turns his back and heads for the door. “Now, I need to find an ice pack for my fucking wrist. Thank you very much.”
“Sorry,” I call after him, but he flips his middle finger up and walks away. Doesn’t even acknowledge that I am getting better. My nightmares have slowed down to about once every threemonths. Way better than the nightly terrors I used to have. So that’s progress. The clock blinks at me, reminding me that I have other things I need to focus on. I scramble into my sneakers and head out.
* * *
My uncle Cosmos sits at the head of the table. The king is back on his throne—even if it’s temporarily. Something big must have occurred to pull him from retirement. It couldn’t be too big because I note a few absences. My father sits to his right, and Uncle Petros to his left. Adonis and Atlas sit near him, and I join my father and Nicos across from my cousins. At the opposite end, Leo and Xander face their father.
“Thank you all for coming,” Uncle Cosmos begins. Even if Leo is in charge, he is still the head of the family. No one would refuse his call. Making the absences all the more troubling. “I’ll get right to the point. As you know, our father,” he looks at Uncle Basil and Pops, “immigrated to Chicago as a young man. Chicago had a thriving Greek community.” I furrow my brow. We all know the story of Chicago’s Greek town. How Greeks devastated by poverty and from fighting the damn Turks were even more impoverished after fighting the Germans. My grandfather came in the second wave of Greeks, who left their home for America, hoping for a better way of life.
“After he left the war—a veteran, mind you. He could find no housing. No jobs, he told me. There were few opportunities available. Signs everywhere said no Greeks—no Blacks. There had already been race riots and lynchings targeting Greeks before World War II, and after, there was little improvement. So, he lived in the Black community. He was sheltered there andwell-treated. He made friends with a numbers runner and loan shark. A man by the name of Shelby Reynolds. Shelby would eventually loan Demetrious five thousand dollars. Nothing to shrug at today, but then it was enough to buy his first warehouse, and eventually, he used the money to get a ship, and Lionsbridge Shipping was started.”
I did not know that. I knew about the loan but never any other details. It was the dream of nearly every older Greek to return home. And when my grandfather retired, he did just that, buying our old family lands and building homes for his sons and their children. But what did all of that old history have to do with a middle-of-the-night meeting? As if he heard my question, my uncle continued.
“My father paid the loan as soon as he was able. Not because of threats or violence, like we need to use today. But because when he shook a man’s hand and gave his word—he meant it. Shelby Reynolds saw the potential in what my father was building. He refused the interest, much to my father’s surprise. He said, “We’re friends. There’s no interest between friends.” He was as wily as a fox. Because he added—But one day, I might come to you and need a favor. Big or small, I expect you to honor the request. Demetrious Gataki shook on it, and today, we are being asked to honor that promise.”
Wait? What? “Is Shelby still alive?”
“No,” Uncle Cosmos shakes his head. “Sadly, he passed away in his early fifties. He did not live long, but his son inherited the favor. He has never asked me for a thing.”
“Until today?” Leo asks.
“Until today,” his father confirms. “And I will keep my father’s word, and so will you.”
Leo’s brows lowered. “What is he asking?”
“Protection. He needs his daughter protected.”
“Do you want us to put the Ismailovs on it? Sanyet—”
“Okhi.” Cosmos slams his hands on the table. “Not him. Us. We will protect her. Gataki’s keep their word.”
“Of course, but what are we protecting her from? Is she in danger? Does she have a stalker like Charmaine?”
“Okhi, no. Let me start at the beginning.” He started the story in nineteen-forty-five. That wasn’t the beginning? “John Reynolds is in prison. He is, or was, an accountant. An inventive accountant—he worked for Al Silvio.”
We take a collective deep breath, and Leo says before he can continue, “Al Silvio is fucking nuts. What kind of a fool would fuck over his money, and why would we help a thief? He deserves what he got, and he’s lucky he lived long enough to land in jail.”
