“Has anyone heard from Dom?” I ask.
“I haven’t,” Marco says.
“Luca thinks Gio could be behind this.”
“That old fart?”
Roman shrugs. “It’s no secret he wants to avenge Umberto for Aldo.”
I snort. “Aldo killed Umberto.”
Both men gape at me. “What?”
“Umberto had a list of men he believed were behind the arrest, and according to a cell mate, Umberto knew he’d be murdered in prison. My father was suspicious as well, but… his mind isn’t what it was.”
“Jesus.” Marco shakes his head. “I never trusted Aldo, but his own brother?”
“Gio was there today and then he wasn’t,” I argue.
“He’s a toe the line sort of soldier and I don’t believe Dom would okay a hit on you.”
“Dom is weak. He could have cleared my name with Aldo’s men and he didn’t.” Just saying Dom’s name gives me a bad taste in my mouth.
“The guy said he’s saving the boy from a killer. If he believes Luca killed Umberto, it could make sense,” Roman says, although I’m not sure he really buys it.
I need to find Gio.
“I’ll call Dom,” Marco says, but I’m already out the door and heading to the location I was supposed to meet Umberto the day he was arrested. I could totally see Gio thinking it was some sort of karma.
“Where are you going?” Marco calls after me.
“To kill Gio.”
"Luca, wait," Marco calls. "We need a plan."
"Here's the plan. I find Gio, I kill Gio, I bring my son home." My voice is deadly calm now, the initial panic replaced by cold determination. "Anyone who tries to stop me joins him in the ground."
Roman nods grimly. "Let him go. We’ll call Dom and work on Santa. Let me get my bat."
I pause at the threshold. "Call Dom if you want. Tell him what we know. But make it clear, Gio is mine."
In one night, I’ve traversed the city from one end to the other and back.
I pull up to the warehouse.
There’s a single car parked outside.
I grab my gun and move quickly but quietly to the building.
Through the frosted window, I catch a glimpse of Gio standing in the middle of the empty space.
The door splinters under my boot. Gio whirls, dropping his phone as he reaches for his weapon. Too slow. My gun is already trained between his eyes.
"Move and you die," I growl. "Where’s Rocco?"
Gio's face twists with disgust. "You don't deserve to call yourself his father. You lost your own kid and now you’re blaming me?"
"Says the man who kidnapped him." I keep my gun steady. "What were you thinking, Gio? That Dom wouldn't figure it out? That I wouldn't find you?"
