“You can’t sendeveryoneto shoot up thePonte Vecchio,”I said. “We need someone to intercept Rosolini if he slips past you.”
“He won’t,” Cesare said confidently.
“He got out of the mansion in Tuscany and reached the hospital without any problems.”
“Luck,” Cesare sneered.
“Then it would appear he has the luck of the devil. You want to gamble your revenge – all of it – on Rosolininotgetting lucky again?”
Cesare was incredibly superstitious. I knew I could prey on that part of his feeble mind.
He glowered for a moment… then snarled, “Fine. We’ll use some of the guys here with us to keep watch.”
I’d gotten to him.
Now I needed to not overplay my hand.
“That won’t be any good if he roars out of here at 80 miles an hour. Keep somebody on watch out here, but send some of Ciccio’s men to intercept him halfway.”
“Fine –youcan stay out here with Romeo,” Cesare sneered.
Which was fine by me. I had no interest in hanging out in the middle of a firefight.
“If Rosolini slips past me,” my brother continued, “you can chase after him.”
“Ican’t do shit, and you know it,” I retorted. “At least post some cars between here and their mansion – just in case.”
Cesare looked angry –
But I could see I’d got him worried, too.
“If you see Rosolini outside the hospital,call me immediately,”Cesare demanded.
“Of course.”
That seemed to mollify him.
“Ciccio,” he grumbled into the phone, “send a car towards the hospital – ”
“TWO cars!” I yelled angrily. “Ciccio, send – ”
Cesare put his hand over my face and slammed me against the door.
My head banged against the window –
But it was the humiliation that hurt the most.
“ONE car,” Cesare shouted into the phone, “and have ‘em wait ten miles from the hospital, just in case. But the rest of you, fucking kill anything that moves.”
“You got it, boss.”
After he hung up, Cesare smirked at me. “Satisfied?”
I stared at him with a hatred as hot as the sun. “NO.”
“Too fuckin’ bad,” he sneered.
I looked away from him and stared out the window.
