Pulling away from Kieran, I pushed between my new uncles and approached the man getting into a car to follow my friends.
“If you hurt my friends, I’ll rip your intestines out through your nose and strangle you with them,” I threatened. Leaning closer, I added, “The last thing you smell will be your own shit.”
The man I threatened looked back at his bosses.
“Go,” one ordered.
He yanked the car door out of my grasp and sped off.
I turned back, nearly colliding with Kieran. “Stay beside me at all times.”
“That was a good threat, right?”
Kieran rolled his eyes.
“It sounded like something Matteo would say,” silver tie answered.
“He was so uncouth,” red tie added.
“I’m calling Rocco,” silver tie announced, voice gruff.
“Who’s Rocco?” I asked.
Kieran grunted.
“If they didn’t want me to ask, they shouldn’t have brought it up.” I defended myself.
“He’s our other brother. He couldn’t make it in the limited amount of time we were given to get here,” red tie said, glaring at Kieran.
I have three uncles.
“What’s your name?” I asked.
He stared. I could tell he debated answering. Finally, he said, “Enzo.” Then, pointing to silver tie who was on the phone a few feet away, he added, “Gio.”
“Can I call you?—”
He cut me off instantly. “No.”
Silver tie—I mean, Gio appeared, tucking his phone into his jacket. “Shall we?” he asked, gesturing inside.
I started ahead, but Kieran pulled me back. “Stay with me,” he instructed.
“If he is who he says he is, then you have nothing to worry about from us,” Enzo told him. “To a Salvatore, family is everything.”
“I don’t trust you,” Kieran deadpanned.
Enzo looked in the direction of the man Kieran killed. “I wouldn’t expect less. Especially not from a sanctioned operative with your background.”
Kieran stopped walking. “Excuse me?”
“We know who you are, Mr. Vaughn.” Gio was smug.
“Impossible.” Kieran denied it.
Gio tilted his head. “How else do you think we were able to track your phone to this location when you didn’t show up to the meeting?”
They seemed pretty mad about Kieran not showing up. You’d think someone attempting to murder you would be a good excuse, but I guess the mob didn’t think so.
