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The doors opened, and we walked into what appeared to be a penthouse level apartment. I should have guessed that it wasn’t what it looked like. Through a bedroom there was a fake wall and through the wall was a room equal in size to a good third of the apartment.
“Your hands are just as dirty as mine are, Demarco. If you think you can go reporting this shit and framing the Rossi family, I will ensure you never see the light of day ever again.”
I held my hands up, palms out.
“Consider me warned. I guess the mob has embraced technology. Who am I to stand in your way?”
He went straight over to one of several computers and made all of five clicks before turning the monitor toward me.
“There, that’s where the car stopped for longer than thirty seconds. I guess we get to pay Uncle Vinny a visit.”
I looked at the map and studied the surrounding area.
“Those are old homes, lots of money over there. How did you not know he still held property?”
Parks punched in a few more keys.
“He doesn’t. It appears your brother does though?”
I looked at the public registry. Fuck if he wasn’t right.
“He gets an allowance, but not enough to buy a house like that.”
Parks looked at the public sale records for the past few transactions.
“It looks like Vinny lost the house when he went to jail. It was bought by a judge who, well, this is interesting.”
He pulled up the judge’s name. Internet search results and case records filled the screen.
“This is the judge who presided over Vinny’s murder trial.”
My, my, what a tangled web this shit head weaved.
“He seems to have hated your father more than me because this sure as shit smells like a very elaborate revenge plan.”
Parks was still reading, but it didn’t matter to me.
“We can’t change the past and we can’t figure out how he has my brother working with him without paying him a little visit.”
Parks stood up and nodded.
“We might have a few problems though.”
He held up his phone for me to see.
Unknown number: She won’t be there when you look for her. However, feel free to start transferring Rossi Holdings into my name.
My stomach burned, and I nearly lost whatever the fuck alcohol I’d downed today.
“What does that mean? Who the fuck is that? Is that Vinny?”
Parks shook his head over and over.
“I’d find some way to poke the bear right now, because I don’t think he intended on sending her back home alive. Or worse, single. We need time.”
I grabbed my phone and called my worthless shit of a brother as I sent a text to my secretary.
No one could have her. She was mine to protect. Mine to love. Mine to rule beside. Maybe I needed to show her that last part. She was my equal or, hell. She was better.
