Because it takes time for news to get to me, I was patient at first. Things take time. This I understand.
However, now I know Spinelli takes me for fool. I have called and called. Spinelli does not answer.
I should not have phone. I risk these calls and keeping open line for him to return call. He knows.
This is betrayal I cannot accept. He will learn consequence. I have not fallen so far there is no repercussion for this.
I mutter curse as I pour another drink. As I pour, I dial Spinelli again and lift phone to my ear.
“Hello,” he growls in answer as he picks up this time.
“It has been one month. Why no word on sons dying? What game you play? You have money, do job,” I snarl back into phone.
“Listen, bitch. I don’t have to do shit. Stop calling me. You want them dead. You do that shit yourself.”
“You have just as much to lose as I do. Do as I say?—”
“Shut the fuck up, you cunt. I don’t need to do shit for you. I’ll be just fine without you,” he grunts, cutting me off.
“Da, you think so? You pay for betraying me. They not be only ones to lose sons.
“You make vow on boys’ lives. You break vow, I take them. Da?”
He laughs as if I tell joke. I have last laugh. He see who playing with.
“Good luck with that. You think I’m a fool? I have sent my boys away so that none of you will find them.”
“Da, you think you safe? Guess what, my friend? I know your secret.
“Money you think you funnel, and no one knows about? Money that comes from LaSalle’s pocket through cousin you have hidden in his back pocket.
“How the fuck do you know about that?” he snarls.
“I know a lot. This is your next play, da? It won’t work once I reveal. You do job, or I send them right to you.”
“Don’t threaten me, bitch. I’m not doing shit.”
“Don’t.” I shrug and make face as if he see me. “You don’t and I make sure all Alliance knows your secret. You do know they will hunt you down.
“I may not find your sons, but I’m sure they will. And when they do, you all die.”
“I’m going to fucking kill you, you lousy cunt.”
“Net, you won’t.” I look down at my fingernails, bored with good-for-nothing piece of shit. “You not kill me becauseI have dead switch. Something happens to me, all information guaranteed make it to destination. Your move, my friend.”
“I will take my chances. You have no resources. You’re bluffing. Like I said, my kids are safe.”
“Okay, your choice. I do myself and take care of you with rest. You not see my wrath, but you will.”
I hang up call and throw my glass at wall. Five and a half million. He pay for this. Balling my fists, I drag my body over to chair.
This is not what I planned, but I find a way to get done. I always do. As I grumble to self, I dial emergency line for Miroslav.
“Da, what can I do?”
“Take the rest of the money and find someone to kill LaSalle and Misha’s boys for now. I will make plans to pay for rest.”
“Da, I have someone. I thought you might make call.”
