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I shake my head and let out a deep sigh. “Okay, I get almost everything in your little survival bag, but I’m drawing a blank on the bleach. Are we gonna disinfect them to death?”

Chloe’s shrugs. “It’s a spray bottle and I use it to kill big bugs. I figured if anyone gets too close, I could spray them in the eye or mouth. That would fuck them up, right?”

I throw my hands in the air. “Why the hell not?” I mutter.

Lily darts back into the bedroom and reappears a minute later wearing a Victoria’s Secret Pink sweatsuit and flip flops.

My phone buzzes and I stare at the screen, hoping Sergio is out of his meetings and is texting me with some choice expletives about my vigilante quest last night.

It’s not.

It’s Aldo letting me know he’s downstairs.

I look at Lily and then at Chloe. “Are you ready?”

They exchange a look and nod.

This is a bad idea, but I don’t have a better one. I’m not one for religion, but I say a quick prayer that we make it back to the hotel without having to break out Chloe’s bleach spray bottle.

Because if we do, that would mean everything has gone to hell, and to be clear, we’re definitely on the threshold right now.

CHAPTER17

ZENO

Istick my head out into the hallway, hoping like hell nobody is waiting to blow it off.

“Listen,” I say, leading the girls toward the door. “Stay behind me, okay? I’ll go first, make sure we’re clear.”

Lily clutches Chloe’s hand and I pull open the door, clutching my gun. I rush them toward the elevator and stab the ground-floor button once we’re safely inside. It creaks to our destination and the doors mercifully slide open to reveal an empty lobby. I stick my gun back into my pants since I don’t want to get arrested by the rent-a-cops they have behind the desk. I step out of the elevator and look around.

My eyes find Aldo standing outside inhaling a slice of pizza.

Jesus.

It’s barely nine-thirty in the morning.

I rush the girls outside and Aldo opens the passenger-side doors. They jump into the backseat and I motion for him to come closer once they’re inside of the car. He stuffs the remaining bites into his mouth and leans toward me.

“We’ve got a big problem,” I mutter.

“Only one?” he asks, deadpan.

“I never told you this, but you need to hear it and only because you’re a close friend of the Marcones. When I came to the States a few weeks ago, I did a job for a boss out east, a guy named Joe Salesi.”

“Yeah…?” Aldo says, an expectant look on his face.

“It was supposed to be a hit on Domenico Messina. Retaliation for going after Salesi’s territories and killing some of his guys in the process. Eye-for-an-eye shit.”

“Uh-huh. Easy for a trained killer like you.”

“Yeah, well, there’s more. It wasn’t business, Aldo. It was personal. Salesi lied to my father. Turns out he wanted us to take out a couple of guys in Messina’s crew, one of them being Messina’s son, because they tried to kidnap his daughter.Lily.”

“Lily?” His brow furrows.

“Lily as in the girl in your backseat.”

“Fuck me. That’s Salesi’s daughter?”

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