“Hi–”
“Riccardo’s been shot!” he snaps, his voice brimming with the rage I’ve inherited from him. “Fuckers were giving them trouble at a nightclub.”
Hearing my brother-in-law and sister have been attacked, my temper flares hot.
“Christ.” I dart to my feet and jog out of the office. Seeing Nico by the crates, I shout, “Call Enzo and tell him to get his ass to Tokyo. Also, get a hold of Augusto. Riccardo’s been shot. I want them on a flight ASAP!”
“Why aren’t you going?” Dad asks.
“I have a meeting with Dragomir. It’s taken me months to get him to agree to a sit-down with me.” Needing to know how bad it is, I ask, “Is Riccardo alive?”
“Yes. He’s been taken to a hospital for surgery. I haven’t heard anything else from Gianna yet. I’ll let her know Enzo is on his way.”
We end the call, and just as I’m about to find my sister’s number, my phone rings again, and seeing her name, I quickly answer. “Gianna, are you okay?”
“N-no,” she sobs. “Riccardo’s been shot in the chest, and our guards are dead. God! I don’t know what to do.”
“Enzo and Augusto will be up in the air within the hour. Stay at the hospital with Riccardo. Don’t you dare leave that building until Enzo gets there. Understand?!”
“Y-yes.”
I clench my jaw as I ask, “Who attacked you?”
“The Yakuza.”
Fuck. Just what I need.
I’m waging a war with the Irish and Albanians, and don’t have time for the Yakuza as well.
Nico comes jogging into the office, and gesturing at his phone, he mouths,‘Augusto.’
“We’ll take care of everything. I’m going to hang up so I can talk to Augusto,” I say, then I remind her, “Stay at the hospital.”
“Okay.”
I end the call and take Nico’s phone. “I’m sorry about your brother, Augusto.”
“Give me your permission to handle the situation as I see fit.” His tone is rough with worry and anger.
Not fucking around and knowing he needs to be the one to exact revenge on the idiots for shooting his little brother, I say, “You have my permission.”
“Keep an eye on my family while I’m gone.”
“Of course. Once you get to the hospital, let me know how Riccardo is doing.”
“I will.”
The call ends, and just as I take a breath and hand the device back to Nico, mine begins to ring again.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” I snap as I pick it up. I swipe over the screen showing my brother’s name. “Where are you?”
“I just grabbed my to-go bag. I should be at the airport in fifteen minutes.”
“I’ve given Augusto permission to handle the situation. Give him whatever support he needs.”
“And what if he wants to wipe out the Yakuza?”
“Then you let him do that. I don’t have time to worry about the Japanese.”
