Page 48 of De Luca: The Saint

Dante sighs audibly, “It’s the Bianchi’s. This must be revenge for what you did to Enzo.”

My little brother glares at me, “You should have taken them all out but all you cared about was what was done to your wife. As the head of this family, you should’ve seen it coming.”

Drake walks into my office, “Enough. This bullshit won’t get Damian back.”

I slam my fist into my desk, “Fuck!”

My brother Damian and I are the closest of all of us. I cannot lose him. I wouldn’t survive it.

“Tonight. We storm the Bianchi compound. We find our brother and wipe every mother-fucking-Bianchi off the planet.”

I sit behind my desk while my brothers Dante and Drake sit in chairs on the other side.

“We need an airtight plan, the Bianchis may be garbage, but they aren’t weak. If we don’t go in prepared, we’ll all be dead,” Drake says with a narrowed gaze. He’s not wrong. Every single Bianchi is not only lethal but sick in the fucking head. If I’m honest, Enzo was mild compared to some of his other family members.

“Every Bianchi needs to die, nobody lives.”

Dante glares at me, “This is your fault.”

I take a deep breath and exhale slowly, “I know it is.”

Knowing you should have done something doesn’t fix anything, but he’s angry, and he has a right to be. I’ll let him have that, but only for a minute because we don’t have time for his endless bitching when our brother is enduring God only knows what. I glance at him pointedly, “Alright. I’ll call Max and see if we can get some extra bodies, although I won’t be surprised if he turns me down, I might if I were in his shoes. We have forty-three men in our employ. I’d like sixty since we don’t know what we’re walking into. Or even if he’s at the Bianchi compound.”

We don’t know for sure, but I do know that’s where they like to keep and kill victims, so it’s a definite possibility. Drake sighs as he crosses his arms over his chest, “Let’s see the video again.”

I press play. We watch a group of men rush up to his back and place a bag over Damian’s head. One of the men injects him in the back of the neck with something. Within a minute, he stops struggling, and they drag him out. The only reason I’m certain this is the Bianchis, the one who gave him the drugs, bent his head forward and gave me a clear view of the back of his neck. The moment I saw the snake tattoo with blue eyes, I knew because they all have the same stupid tattoo on the back of their necks. It’s absurd, it makes them seem more like a gang than mafia, but in this case, I’m glad they have them.

After I turn it off, Drake growls, “Fucking Bianchis.”

When someone comes after any one of us, they come after all four of us. The Bianchis know it won’t be tolerated. There is no fucking way we’d simply leave our brother there and do nothing. Retaliation is guaranteed.

“They don’t know we’ve figured out they have him so they may not be expecting us.”

Dante nods, “I’m sure after this much time, they figure we don’t know. Hell, you were on your honeymoon, they may think you don’t even know he’s gone.”

I rub my thumb across my jaw, “Correct and that means we have to strike now.”

Both Drake and Dante nod in agreement.

Picking my phone up, I call Max, “Domenic,” he answers.

“Hey, we have a problem. The Bianchis have Damian. I could use your help, but it will be dangerous. If this is something you don’t want to do, I understand.”

“Fuck,” he says, “Do you know where they have him?”

I shake my head as if he can see me, “I’m not absolutely certain but I believe he’s being held in the basement of their compound.”

His fingers tapping on his desk echo over the phone, “Alright. When?”

“Tonight. They’ve had him for nearly a week. I can’t delay.”

The sound of him moving around catches my attention, “Alright. I’ve got your back, brother. Where do you want to meet?”

“Here,” I give Drake and Dante a thumbs up, letting them know we have Max’s help, “In two hours.”

I disconnect the call and begin to put things into play, “Both of you, get extra ammo, I don’t want to be caught without enough. And Dante?”

He looks at me with a questioning expression, “I fucked up. You’re right, I should have killed every one of them already. I’ll make this right.”

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