Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 96808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
“You fucking eejit. What am I talking about? What am I talking about? You ambushed the Gallos, you cost us men, you. This was all you. Do you know how I know?
“I know because it smells like shit. Everything you touch turns to shit. You can’t zip your fly right without catching your dick in the fucking zip.”
This time I can’t hold my laughter back. I throw a hand over my mouth as my shoulders shake. Da doesn’t look away from Lorcan, but my brother turns his glare on me as he still sits on the floor on top of his turned-over chair.
“How am I the idiot? I did something no one else in the family ever has. I got to three Gallos, not one but three. How am I the fuckup?”
“Because you got to three of them and every single one is still breathing. You did nothing but make trouble for me. The only one you took out was Rico’s bed toy. What good does that do?” Da snarls.
Lorcan makes a sour face. I shake my head. He really did fuck this one up. He’s a hothead; he never thinks things through.
“They had Juliana. The plan went south, and I had to do something to get her out of there,” Lorcan says like a spoiled child.
Da roars and kicks him in the chest again. I reach to rub at the center of my own chest. That shit looks like it hurt.
From the puke that flies from Lorcan’s mouth, I’m sure it did. He rolls onto his side and groans. Da is never physical like this with us. At least he hasn’t been in a very long time.
“Whose door do you think Gallo will come to about his girl? Who do you think Emilio will want to answer for this? Do you think it will be the Abatos? No, you dumb fuck. That war will be coming straight to our door.
“I would rather one dead bitch over our entire family. That sounds more like the right move to me, Lorcan. Not some Italian cunt over all of ours. That’s your fucking problem. Always worried about some fucking pussy instead of getting the job done.
“Why do you think we were using the Abato family? What don’t you understand about this not having a single trace back to us? You were supposed to find a way in without it being linked back to this family.”
Da pauses with his chest heaving. He then turns his gaze on me for the first time. I hold my breath, thinking I’m next to get my ass kicked.
My plans didn’t go as planned either. There was the fuckup with Oni and I got word back that one of my guys got his head blown off.
As I realize these two just mentioned Juliana Abato, I believe I know how he got himself killed. Good thing he was from Connor’s crew, trying to move over to mine or Lorcan’s. With a little redirection, Da will count him as Lorcan’s fuckup, not mine.
“At least I have one smart son. This information, you think it’s enough to make it stick?”
I lick my suddenly dry lips. “It’s a start in the right direction and can’t be traced back to me. I tied up all the loose ends.”
“That’s my boy. Come, let’s go for a drink.”
I let out a relieved breath and nod. I still have one move in play. Someday, I’ll find Oni, but for now, I need to focus on my family and business. I can’t afford to be like Lorcan.
CHAPTER 26
We Were Family
Oni
“Can I get you anything else?” the stewardess asks as I sit stewing in my seat.
I know I’m doing this for the safety of my mom and uncle, but something in the pit of my stomach is screaming something is wrong. Rico needs me as much as I need him. I don’t know what’s going to greet us at the end of all of this.
“No, thank you,” I reply with a smile.
None of this is her fault. I’m not going to take my attitude out on her. She’s just here to do her job like I am.
This summer has turned into a shit show. I wish I could rewind time and do so much of it over. I didn’t even get to make all the money I was promised. I’m taking a big risk trusting Emilio’s word.
At least my debt has been erased. Emilio gave his word to me and Uncle Claude that I’ll never have to worry about that again. I’ll be honest, things have already started to change. Not all for the better, might I add.
The hardest part was the day I was moved out of the hospital. I felt like my heart was torn from my chest. As we exited the hospital, the cops were walking in.