“Fuck Gloria and you too,” Dory said as if he was purposely trying to get a rise out of Mick. But Mick continued to size him up. He would get him back in his own time.
But Roz wasn’t being strategic in the least. She was being Roz. And as soon as he said those disrespectful words, she got up, which scared Mick so badly that he jumped up and hurried behind her, as she slapped the shit out of Dory. She slapped him so hard that his face snapped sideways. “Say that shit again,” she begged him.
Dory touched the side of his face, and looked beyond her at that chilling look in Mick’s eyes, and he decided against striking back.
He looked, instead, at Mick. “Better get your bitch,” he said, and Roz slapped him again across his face.
“Say that again motherfucker!” she yelled.
“He’s a fool,” Monk said to Teddy.
“You know it,” Teddy replied.
But this time, Dory looked to Bella. “You gonna let her treat your own son like this?”
“What you looking at me for?” asked Bella. “You’re the one disrespecting her with your foul mouth. And why I got to defend you? Your father ain’t doing nothing about it either and you not on his case.”
Dory shook his head at Bella. “You ain’t shit just like I said.”
But he never again looked at Roz or Mick as they stood there. That was why Roz went and sat back down, and Mick did likewise. They sat down, but continued to stare at Dory.
And that was when Toscano looked at Mick. “We got you good,” he said.
They all looked at Toscano. “How did you get me?” Mick asked him.
“I rule Rome.”
“That’s news to the Pope,” said Monk.
Toscano gave Frankie a nasty look. Then he looked back at Mick. “I rule Rome,” he said again, “which means all of these people in authority will do exactly what I tell them to do.”
“I thought Dory ran Rome,” said Monk.
“We run it together,” Toscano said. “Father and son.”
“Get to your point,” said an irritated Teddy.
“That DNA test you took?” Toscano asked Mick.
Mick froze. Everybody did. “What about it?” asked Bella.
Toscano and Dory smiled. “It was as fake as a nine-dollar bill,” Toscano said, and Dory laughed. “Because your stupid ass did exactly what we knew you’d do. Because your stupid ass defended the honor of your son.” Toscano began laughing. “When he wasn’t even your son!” he said and he and Dory had a little laugh-fest.
Roz, Teddy, Nikki and Monk all looked at Mick. Bella did too. He killed all of Monk’s men for Dory. And Dorywasn’this son all along? And theyknewit?
Then Dory put his hands to his eyes and removed the green contacts he wore. His eyes were still green, but they were lighter than that deep green of Mick’s eyes. Bella thought his eye color darkened over time. She had no idea!
But as Mick continued to stare at Dory, and as he continued to relive what he did to Frankie and Frankie’s men for this fool in front of him, his rage was growing palpable. Teddy and Nikki looked at each other. They knew if Mick unleashed, there was no way they were going to be able to stop him. No human being in that room would be able to stop Mick. Not even Roz.
But apparently Dory knew it too because as Mick was still simmering, and while Teddy and Nikki were looking at each other, and while everybody else in that room was looking at Mick, wondering what he would do next, Dory decided it was the absolute right time to shoot his shot.
He pressed his cufflink and in an ultra-fast movement, he slid a long knife down his long sleeve shirt, grabbed the handle with his fingers, and flung it straight at Mick’s face. It could not help but split his face in two.
But Mick’s reflexes were as sharp as they were twenty years ago, and as soon as he saw that knife sailing like the sword of Damocles for his face, he reached out his hand and grabbed it by the tip. Although it sliced across his palm and the bloodwas beginning to pour, he stopped it in its tracks. And then he lifted it up to fling it right back toward Dory even as his men and Teddy and Nikki were pointing their guns at Dory.
But Monk grabbed Mick’s hand just before he flung it, and took it from Mick’s bloody hand.
Then Monk threw that knife himself. Not just for Mick, but for all his men that perished because of Dory. He threw it straight through Dory’s heart.
