Page 105 of Forgotten Sacrifice
Vince swings, hitting Mike in the left kneecap with a painful-soundingcrack.Swinging again, Vince takes out Mike’s right kneecap.
Mike screams as he crumbles to the ground, and Vince extends his hand to me.
I accept it, and he pulls me up to standing. “Vince…” I start, but shut my mouth when he cuts me a look. It’s thereallypissed Vince look.
Vince
“Take off the bandage,” I order Luna, glancing at her covered wrist.
I expect—hell, I don’t know what to expect with this girl anymore—but she peels it off, revealing new ink.
“Bellachaos. I’m stealing Naples’ nickname and bestowing it to Luna Barone,” I mutter.
We step inside Fabio’s restaurant, and Kat sticks her head out of her office. “Luna, come visit with me while they do…whatever it is they’re doing.”
Luna goes with Kat, and I enter Fabio’s office to find Sal seated across from our visibly annoyed capo. Mike’s on the couch with his legs stretched, icing both knees.
“Vince, take a seat,” Fabio says, and I claim the chair next to Sal.
“Sal and Vince, I thought we had a come to Jesus talk, but obviously, it did not sink in. And now, Mike felt the need to interject himself into this beef.”
Mike and Sal both open their mouths to speak, but think better of it when Fabio produces three vials from his desk. Our capo silently walks across the room to his wet bar. Grabbing a pitcher of water, he pours three glasses and carries them back to his desk.
“Gentlemen, there’s a problem. The boss’s fiancée is upset, which means the boss is upset,” Fabio says. “Mike, Sal, care to tell me what happened with Luna?”
“We found the girl, then Vince went all psycho on us with a baseball bat,” Sal says in a rush.
“Mike, is that all that happened?” Fabio asks. “I’d choose my words carefully if I were you.”
“Well, er,” he bumbles. “Sal did make some comments to Luna. Joking around, I’m sure.”
“What comments?” Fabio asks.
“That he was going to have a little fun with her, that sort of thing.”
“What kind of fun?” Fabio presses
Mike gulps. “You know,thatkind of fun.”
It takes all my willpower to remain seated.
“What else?”
“That boss, you didn’t say we couldn’t touch her.”
Stay seated. Stay seated. Stay seated.
“Is that all?”
“And something about her jailbait pussy,” Mike mumbles, and I nearly break the armrests off the chair.
Fabio silently puts on a pair of surgical gloves with a dramaticsnapbefore he opens the first vial, pouring it into a glass. He proceeds to open the second, pouring it into glass number two, and then the third, pouring it into glass number three.
“Vince.” He pushes the first glass across his desk. “Mike.” Glass number two. “Last but not least, Sal.” Glass number three.
Russian roulette with poison. Out of all the ways I thought I might go out, this one didn’t make the list.
My heart pounds as I grab my glass.
