Page 12 of Mafia Star

“There’s no security footage of him in any of the boxes, and he sure isn’t slumming it in the nosebleeds.”

“We didn’t go to the stadium. Private watch party. I was guarding the door at some guy’s mansion. Enzo got the signed card delivered to him. I don’t give a shit about baseball, so I didn’t care enough to know more than that.”

“Who’s place?”

Luigi shrugs.

“You know they don’t tell us shit like that. We find out that day where we’re going and what the security is. What we don’t know, we can’t repeat. Obviously, there’s a reason for that rule.”

He looks pointedly at the other three men. He’s usually right, but Luigi is senior enough that he knows where we’re going and who we’re meeting. I look over at Carmine. So far, none of this makes sense. He’s lying for us.

Tommy’s getting impatient.

“You had a shit ton more to say last time. Now you’re clamming up.”

“I had a shit ton more to say last time because I hadn’t told you shit before that. There’s nothing more to say. I asked to go along, so I could see my cousin. He told me shit about how the Rizzos are selling their coke to the Grassos because Don Edoardo’s son-in-law thinks there’s more money to be made in meth. The Grassos want to deal on college campuses and started with Grasso’s son at University of Illinois. The Rizzos are getting their shipments coming in through Galveston. The Grassos are selling homemade meth. If you ask me, it’s dumb as fuck. Coke still sells for more internationally. Meth is for modern day crack heads. It kills people too fast. Coke makes longer lasting customers. But I’m not a don, so I don’t make those decisions.”

“And your cousin told you all of this just cuz?”

Tommy sounds skeptical.

“We’re close. At least we were.”

“Were?”

“Yeah. Someone must have found out because they told Don Edoardo.”

“And?”

Tommy’s getting impatient. Luigi needs to hurry up and finish spinning this tale.

“Yeah. He was my cousin through my mom’s side and was the don’s nephew through his dad’s. Don Edoardo found out Tony was telling someone what’s going on. He put a hit on him and made it look like someone killed him while they robbed a truck full of coke. Left a bunch of stuffed animals all over the street from what I heard. Teddy bear massacre.”

Enzo did that, but Luigi’s making it sound like Edoardo just kept the coke. The drugs are now ours and coming in through New Orleans. Luigi’s sending them on a wild goose chase.

Tommy keeps drilling him.

“How’re you still alive?”

“Because I’m talking to you two numb nuts. That’s why the feds are offering me immunity. I’m rolling on the Chicago don and the Kansas City one. You make sure you tell the feds exactly what I just told you. No more dicking around. I’m not looking to die for this shit. Not for knowing and not for narcing. I’m not going to prison either.”

Ian nudges his chin up. Smug fucker.

“You’ve done time before. You’d be fine.”

“I didn’t do time for crossing a Mafia boss. My life’s forfeit if I go in.”

Hunter’s been quiet for a while, but he speaks up now.

“How do we know you aren’t just telling tales to protect the Mancinellis?”

“Because you don’t tell the government shit about anything to do with the Mafia. It doesn’t matter if it’s another family or not. If Don Salvatore finds out I even looked in your direction, I’m dead.”

Hunter presses.

“He’d put a hit on you?”

“I didn’t say that. I said I’d be dead. I didn’t say who or what would kill me.”

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