Christ.
I knew he was unfaithful. He always had been. Just more of the dog shitting on the rug.
But it still infuriated me.
I would have grabbed his balls and crushed them –
Except it would’ve put me within striking distance when he woke up.
So I grabbed a leatherbound tome off the nearest shelf, yelled, “WAKE UP – ”
And dropped the heavy book on his balls.
“FUCK!” he roared as he jolted awake.
“Have a nice party?” I asked coldly as he doubled over in pain.
“You fucking CUNT!”
“Pull up your pants, asshole. We have business to discuss.”
As he cradled his dick, he glared up at me ragefully. “You ever do that again, I’ll fucking kill you,” he slurred.
“I ever find you with lipstick on your cock again, I’ll kill you first,” I retorted.
He looked down at his penis – saw the oily crimsonstains at the base of his shriveled dick –
And grinned like a naughty little boy who enjoyed being caught.
As he stood and pulled up his pants, he said, “You know you want some.”
“Not after the whore you were with gave you herpes.” Before he could launch some juvenile comeback, I said, “We need to discuss when to hit Dario Rosolini.”
Thatgot his attention.
“As soon as fucking possible,” he said belligerently.
“I agree.”
He looked at me in shock. “…you do?”
Though I’d taken four years to plan last night, there were excellent reasons we should kill Dario Rosolini as soon as possible.
We’d taken extreme measures to make sure no one survived to alert the rest of theCosa Nostra.The Amatos’ daughter was the only wrinkle in that plan.
But once theCosa Nostrafound out, they would be on guard.
They would alert Dario…
And our task would become a hundred times more difficult.
“If we don’t act quickly,” I said, “we’ll lose the element of surprise.”
“…right,” Cesare said, trying to pretend that was what he was thinking all along, instead of lusting after blood like a rabid dog. “So… how are we gonna do it?”
“The good news is, I didn’t just plan lastnightover the past four years. I also planned out the next three days.”
“…you did?” he asked.
