The butler ran away, and another guy came up to me, foolish enough to try and stop me, but I sent a headbutt straight to his forehead, knocking him to the ground.
When we barged into the sitting room, Antonio, the capo for the Fontaines, looked like he was about to shit himself. He was a guy as tough as me, but I could and would beat him to a fucking bloody pulp if I had to.
He was in the middle of getting a lap dance from what looked like a cheap hooker.
Fucking bastard was married and had four kids. Men like that made me sick to my stomach. The hooker ran out when she saw us, and Antonio reached for his gun, but I shot the damn thing out of his hands before he could get a grip on it.
Claudius grabbed him around his neck and hoisted him up in the air. Dante reached for his shotgun and aimed it at him, and Gio took out a long reach knife.
Saul just smiled at him, revealing his silver teeth.
I walked up to Antonio and stared him down hard.
“Victor. You know who I mean. Where. Is. He.” I roared.
“I don’t know.” Antonio literally looked like he was going to combust with fear.
“Gio, cut something off,” I ordered.
Gio moved to him with his knife, but Antonio cried out, and his red puffy face turned brighter.
“Wait, please,” he begged.
I loomed in closer and sneered at him. “Do we look like we’re here to play with you, Antonio?”
“No. No.”
I pulled out my gun now and pressed it to his chin. “Don’t fuck with me. I will blow your brains out now if you don’t tell me what you know.”
“Word… word on the street is, the Anotenellis and Barattas are helping them.”
Fuck, my blood ran cold hearing that. Those families were literal assassins. I didn’t know how a guy like Tag could have any connection with them, but right now, that wasn’t for me to work out.
“Where are they hiding out?”
“I don’t know, Luc. I actually don’t know. But… I suggest you keep her close, as in right next to you, if you don’t want them to find her.”
Her.
He knew about Amelia, so that meant they all did.
Damn it, the phone rang again.
I reached for it instantly and answered fast when I saw the unknown number.
“Victor!” I bellowed like a raging animal ready to charge and kill.
“You did it again,” Victor taunted.
“Stop fucking with me.”
“Don’t worry, sunshine, I will. The players are all here now, in the next game you get to still try and find out where we are.” He laughed a maddening, sickening laugh that reminded me of the Joker in Batman.
The players…
What does he mean? The players.
“Who are the players, Victor?”
