Page 120 of Heartless Mafia Prince

“Luther has transported for us for the last two years,” Luciano sighed.

“Someone turned him against us.” Luciano cupped his hands in his lap. A vein pulsated along the side of his neck.

He was on the brink of losing his shit. Some poor asshole who stole a mere five k would get ripped to shreds for stealing from him. I wouldn’t be surprised if dad already murdered some petty thief too.

There were two things you never wanted to do in the mafia life: rat someone out and steal. That was the quickest way to find yourself sleeping with the fishes.

“Or, someone threatened to kill him if he didn’t play ball.” I planted my elbows on my knees and rested my chin on my sore knuckles.

“He should’ve come to us. We would’ve handled it.”

“Dad, I get that, but what if he couldn’t signal us?”

“Rocco, you talk to him. If he gives you the name of the person who’s supposedly pulling the strings, we’ll take care of them. If it doesn’t add up...” He motioned his index finger across his throat in a cutting motion.

“Luci spente. Lights out,” Dad stated.

“It’s a good thing Rosetta loves the Grand Caymans. We’ll use the beautiful island for leisure and a final destination for one.”

Luciano and dad laughed.

When I was thirteen, I sat in dad’s kill pit. I watched him chop a man into parts, then he ground his body into ground chuck. Dad asked how I felt after he butchered his enemy. I told him I felt fine. That was total bullshit. The moment we returned home, I ran upstairs to my private bathroom and hung over the toilet for hours. Mom found me later lying on the floor, asleep beside the toilet. I begged her not to tell dad. She didn’t. Mom told him I had a fever and couldn’t attend school that week. I dreamed about the man’s demise every night for almost two weeks. The fifth time in the kill pit at fifteen, it was my turn to commit murder. By that time, I was immune to a scum bucket’s life being taken. The pupil became a skilled professional at killing.

I glanced between dad and Luciano. “How did Luther react the first time the shipment went missing?”

Luciano looked at dad then me. “I told him it was unacceptable. And that it better not happen again. I told him to find another route. I wanted to rustle his feathers. See what shook out.”

“We didn’t find out who stole the shipment, if that was at all true. The next two shipments went through without a hiccup. Then Luther reached out to me last Tuesday. He informed me the recent shipment was hijacked. I told him he better get our money. Or else,” Dad snarled.

“We were done playing fucking games,” Luciano scowled.

“I’ll torture him. See what information I can force out of him.”

Dad stood to his feet. “Good. Ercole will accompany you, Agosto, and Genn.”

Ercole was one of Luciano’s bodyguards. That was certainly one way to keep Ryah off of this kill mission.

“No problem.”

I felt Luciano’s gaze on me. Was he expecting me to flip out? The jobs Ryah and I pulled in Philly were different. I had more control. I’d have fewer men at my disposal in the Caymans because we wanted to keep the operation small.

Dad strolled over to the bar, then returned with three glasses of cognac. My favorite. I enjoyed Jim Beam whiskey, but Rémy Martin was more my speed.

Luciano and I stepped to the middle of the large office near dad.

He placed the glasses in our hands. “Son, since this is your job, we’ll drink your favorite, Rémy.”

I smiled, raising my glass. “Thanks.”

Our glasses clinked together midair.

“Salute,” we shouted in unison.

***P***

She lowered into the leather captains’ seat to my left on her father’s private jet.

“Did you bring liquor?”

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