That was my rage.
I fired a shot at his crotch in the space between where my foot stopped.
He screamed.
Out the corner of my eye, I noticed Dante flinch.
“Let’s try this again. Talk. Who are you working for?”
“Please,” he begged.
“I’ll shoot your fucking dick off, then push you over the edge. I mean it. You don’t screw with mobsters, and you sure as shit don’t screw with me. So, talk… Who sent you? Why do you really need the shipping company?”
Jesus, the fact that this guy was still not talking told me whoever he was working for must have been scarier than me. Scarier than being in this situation.
“Please. They’ll kill my wife and my child.” Tears rolled down his cheeks.
I eased back and looked from Dante to Gio.
Wife and child.
Everything was a reminder of what I once had. A painful reminder.
“Who isthey? Don’t mess with me. Answer the fucking question.”
“I can’t.”
“Do you want to die? Do I look like the understanding type to you?” I got up in his face and stared at him long and hard. That, however, still didn’t seem to faze him.
In rage, I flipped the chair around and shoved it hard, so now he was hovering dangerously close to the edge, and he could see his destruction. The fate that awaited him.
“You have a wife and child? How dare you put them in such danger. Nothing is worth that. Answer the question, David, or I’ll drop you right the hell now.” I actually wouldn’t do that.
I’d never done that even though I’d threatened it many times, but that was mindless killing. Killing out of spite. I doubt though that if Ava saw me like this, she’d understand. Right now, I looked like a damn monster. Like something straight from the chasm of hell.
“Joe Manello,” David said quickly. “Joe Manello.”
So, Joe really was back.
I pulled him back and flipped the chair back to face me. Against the moonlight and the soft haze of lights on the rooftop, David’s face was a sickly green color.
“Why does Joe Manello want the shipping company?”
“He needed transport. The shipping company has passage to England and clearance.”
“I’m aware what my fucking company has. What does he need transport for?”
“I don’t know. He came and approached me with an offer I couldn’t refuse. A billion dollars to get you to sell me the shipping company. It would be easier to—”
A single gunshot pierced through the night, and I actually felt the bullet whiz past me. It whizzed past me and lodged straight smack between David’s eyes.
Dante and Gio jumped into action, so did I, looking around frantically in the direction the bullet had come from.
Fucking hell.This was it. War had started. Whoever shot him didn’t want him to talk.
And again, they knew we were on the roof.
Alex and Jude…
