“Let me speak to him. In the meantime, I need you to gather everyone you can and bring them here.”
“Already on it, boss.”
After the phone goes dead, I take a moment to try and breathe.
Clara, Lila, Rosa, the girls… They’re all here, waiting around like sitting ducks for Tommaso and Alfonzo to wipe them out in one hit.
I can’t let that happen.
My hands are shaking as I dial my brother.
How the fuck am I meant to tell him that if we’re not careful, he might never see his wife and child again?
“What is it, Marco?”
I open my mouth to speak but no words come out.
“Marco?”
“We have a situation.”
“How bad?”
I glance at the framed photo of Lila and Holly on the wall and grimace.
“About as bad as it can get.”
Andre is quiet for a second, but that’s all it takes for an image of five body bags to flash in my mind.
“I suggest you start talking.” Andre’s voice is eerily calm.
My brother doesn’t say a single word while I explain what is happening, though I do catch the sound of glass clinking in the background as he pours himself a drink.
“It’s likely someone tipped them off about my meeting with Cillian and they’re retaliating.” I refresh my own drink.
“Fuck. That didn’t take long. Unless…”
“Unless what?”
“Are we sure Cillian didn’t play us and go straight to them? Tommaso might be one of his biggest rivals, but it could all be a front. We can’t trust anyone.”
His words have me launching my glass at the wall, shattering instantly.
“If he did, I’m going to fuckingkillhim!”
“We don’t know for sure, Marco.”
“Then why the fuck did you have me meet with him?”
“Because it was our only option,” Andre snaps.
“Our entire family will be slaughtered if we’ve misjudged this.”
“You don’t need to fucking remind me, Marco.”
“So, what are we going to do?”
“First, we need to get the girls out of the house and to somewhere safe. That is our priority.”