Page 33 of Primo DeLuca

“By the way, you have impeccable taste in women.”

The dial tone screamed in my ear.

Fuck!

“Brizio…”

“I’ve got this,” he called out, although he eyed me for more information on what my phone call was about.

“Nevah,” I whispered, not wanting anyone else to know that more drama was brewing. Brizio’s lips pursed, and although he tried to hide it, I saw pity flash in his gaze.

“Can I kill the last two?” Brizio called his question to my back as I was marching out.

“Destroy everything living and inanimate,” I replied without so much as a backwards glance.

The Vittorios had killed as many of our men, so our killings should count for the life-for-a-life code that most mob families lived by. Not to mention they had breached our territory to witness an assassination attempt on me that they had facilitated.

They had allowed their egos to lead them through the gates of hell, assuming the low-key attitude I practiced as Capo of St. Louis meant that I was soft. They were unaware that I had perfected the art of lingering in the background, speaking with few words, and asserting my authority without spotlighting myself.

If the Vittorios wanted a war after all the violations they committed, they had awoken a beast that was ready to deliver gifts shipped straight from hell. However, the worst act they had committed wasn’t the hit they initiated on me or breaching our territory to watch me die. The worse thing they did to me was put their fucking hands on Nevah.

I promised her that I would keep her safe, and in less than two days my promise was being broken, and a fucking gun was being aimed at the back of her head.

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