Page 133 of Thin Lines (Donati Bloodlines 2)

Calisto wet his lips, and forced himself to look awayfrom the picture. “Because he did it to me, but it was my father that hekilled. I would hate to see him do it again, Connor.”

The Irish boss grew silent for a long while. He puthis phone away, rested back in the pew, and said nothing. Calisto let the manabsorb their entire conversation, and he did the same.

“I’ll allow you to continue the business on theBrighton streets,” Calisto said. “I don’t see the problem, but I will ask thatyou keep your men away from mine and make sure they understand the Italians ownthe majority say there.”

“I’ll accept that,” Connor replied.

“I would also appreciate an update every once in awhile.”

“On what?”

Calisto nodded at Connor’s pocket. “The child. He’s myfamily, after all.”

“I can do that as well.”

“Thank you.”

“I have something else for you,” Connor said, pullinga folded up paper from his inner suit jacket pocket. He handed it out toCalisto. “Here, take it.”

Calisto did, opening up the paper slowly. A picture ofan unknown man with reddish-brown hair and green eyes stared back at him.Freckles dotted the man’s sharp cheekbones, and a large, rounded scar was underhis right eye. On the bottom left-hand side of the page, a name and informationwas provided about the man in the picture.

Aiden Allen.

Thirty-four years old.

Single, no family.

An address was also listed, as well as the man’sfavorite places to hang out when he wasn’t working.

“My man was not punished as he should have beenbecause I thought I owed the Donati family a bit of retribution for the beatingAffonso’s wife suffered,” Connor explained.

Calisto’s rage was spilling into his throat again likebile. He barely kept control, and his hand shook as he clenched the paper intoa crumpled ball.

“And this is him?”

“Yes,” Connor answered instantly.

The man would die before the fucking night was out.

Calisto would do it himself.

“After this man is gone, no more bad blood between us,yes?” Calisto asked.

“No more,” Connor confirmed.

“It will not be an easy death.”

Connor nodded, and stood from the pew. “I wouldn’tassume differently, Calisto. I don’t imagine the young woman’s beating was aneasy one, was it? Please make sure my man understands that when you find him.”

“Absolutely.”

The Irish boss stepped out into the aisle. “It wasgood to meet you, Calisto. And I hope we don’t find ourselves having anotherone of these.”

Calisto didn’t respond.

He figured that he didn’t really have to.

The entire meeting had been enough.