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Because I’ve just found out my little sister Alisa had been fuckingkidnappedin New York.
Kidnapped …the word echoes in my head like a curse.
“What the fuck happened?” I bellow into the speakerphone as I step harder on the accelerator. The Lamborghini’s engine roars in response, and gravity shifts as I take a turn harder than I should.
“I don’t know, Kostya,” Sima, my avtoritet and best friend, answers. “The only thing I know is that it happened about two weeks ago.”
Two weeks ago? Fuck!
I knew it was suspicious when the last time I spoke with my sister Alisa was roughly around that time. I assumed it was just because she didn’t want her overprotective big brother checking in on her at every hour of the day and ruining her eighteenth birthday.
At the time, I reasoned that as long as her Instagram kept updating with photos and videos of her time in New York, it meant that she was alright.
How could I be so fucking stupid!
“Who did you hear this from?”
“Matteo Zampa,” he answers.
I pound my fist against the steering wheel.
Out of all of the people that we’ve managed to turn to our side within the Ferrata Mafia, Matteo Zampa is the only one of them that I trust. He’d come to our side about ten years ago. And over those ten years, he’s provided us with sufficient information for us to wrest control of the ports in Taranto and Bari from under Augusto’s nose.
If Zampa says it happened, then there’s no way in hell that it’s false
“What else did he say?” I ask.
“He knows about as much as we do,” Sima replies. “But he can only say that the order came from the fucking top. Which means it’s part of some big plan they got going on.”
“What the fuck?”
None of this made any sense. Why would Augusto torpedo the peace deal like this?
No, I think viciously.
Not Augusto.
His piece of shit son Domenico.
The young heir of the Ferrata Mafia has never believed that their side could everlosethis war, even after I’d broken both his legs when we were sixteen.
“I want you to call Augusto right fucking now,” I order. “And if he’s not at the Zebra Club to explain to me how thefuckthis could’ve happened by the time the sun is up, I’m going to burn this whole fucking town to the ground.”
“Got it, my pakhan. You want me there too?”
“I do.” I nod. “Come armed and bring one for me as well. One way or another, someone is going to fuckingdie.”
I can practically see the smile breaking out on Sima’s face as he answers. “With pleasure.”
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EMILY
Died.
What an ugly-tasting word.
It fills my mouth, tainting the flavor of the entire evening.
