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“Andrea, what we’re about to do hasn’t been done since it was done to your father. This is a big step to take.”
There’s anger all over her face. “What the hell is wrong with you?”
“What do you mean?”
“Anthony, they didn’t just kill a boss, they killed a mother and two of her children. I spent sixteen of the best years of my life in limbo. You can’t honestly tell me that you’re feeling sorry for those pieces of shit.”
“That’s not what I’m saying,” I kiss her to calm her down, but she pulls away. “I’m just saying things are moving pretty fast. The violence you’ve carried out in the last few days alone is ruffling more than a few feathers.”
“From my perspective, that’s exactly what everyone needed. There’s going to be a new regime around here. And it starts with me culling that old fuck and his lacky.”
“Do you even have a plan for how this is going to work?”
“I do,” she says, rolling her eyes, “that’s why I told you to say those things.”
“Okay.”
She tugs at my cock again and I feel it twitch. “Now, sex helps me think, so can you get your shit together and fuck me?” She raises her brow, “Don’t make me have to call Christopher in here. I’ll make you sit in the corner and watch us!”
I laugh. The thought actually arouses me.
It’s incredible, we’ve just committed ourselves to murdering two people and we’re about to fuck. Maybe the people inour thingreallyarepsychopaths.
Oh well.I kiss Andrea deeply, turn her onto her back and give her my swelling cock.
CHAPTER 22
Icame up with a plan. Anthony and I discuss it with Francis and Christopher. I tell them no one else can know, and we have to keep everything inside the immediate circle—so none of the other capos or soldiers.
As Christopher once said to me—our thing—it’s a sewing-circle. People talk. We couldn’t take any chances.
Although…there wasoneother person I knew I could trust.
I don’t tell Vincenzo anything…lately I’ve been keeping him out of the loop. Often his council it to object or advise caution and I don’t want him to put doubt in anyone’s minds.
I’mthe boss of this family.
At 9pm the call comes in. Our location will be the old abandoned steel mill.Perfect—but…for them or for us?
We head out and when we get to the mill, we find a series of square, dilapidated, concrete buildings sitting in middle of a muddy field, made worse by the thunderstorm currently in full swing.
They’re all at least four-stories high with big factory windows—All shattered.
The place is overgrown with weeds. There’s are no lights. This place has been taken back by nature. It’s a ghost town.
I wouldn’t be able to find my own ass in this weather with three hands, a flashlight and a map, so I tell Anthony to call Josh.
He answers on the first ring and says—We’re parked inside the first building; you can’t miss us.
Before we can pass through the cavernous entrance, I stop Anthony to give him a deep kiss, “Good luck.”
He nods, “You too,” he gives me a quick peck and drives onwards.
Two months ago, I was a nobody, staring down the barrel of a future going nowhere with a lifetime of misery as the only proof I’d ever been here.
Tonight…I’m going to make things right…one way or the other—I’m going to have my revenge or die trying.
We spot Josh’s maroon Cadillac pointed at us, headlights on. On either side of us are massive steel vats, broken machinery, work benches, weeds, containers and tons of other broken junk too big to steal.