Page 35 of The Devil's Deal

She cranes her neck, giving me the “what the fuck do you want?” face. That feisty woman is back, and my cock hardens, wanting a taste.

“Make sure you’re careful when you leave tonight. There are lots of crazy men out there.”

Like me.

“Thanks for your concern, Smith, but I’ve managed to handle myself just fine in the last seven years.” Her gaze cruises from my eyes down to my chest before she finally goes, her round ass bouncing out of view.

I wonder how her daddy would feel knowing his daughter wants to fuck the trash. My brothers and I may have been trash to him then, but these days, we’re nothing short of a weapon with his name on it.

We’re ready for vengeance. Ready for his blood to spill onto the streets he runs like a tyrant.

The shit we did to his warehouse a week ago is only the tip of the iceberg that will be his hell. They probably didn’t suspect it would happen so soon after the laundromat attack two days before that.

Faro runs two legitimate businesses, one of which we’ve torched. But the laundromat was just a shell, a farce of a business, one where they run guns from. No one other than their people ever used it. More than half the time, they were closed to run their illegal operations. We had our men watching them. We knew everything they did.

Once we killed everyone inside, we took all the weapons, then torched the place. It’s become our signature calling card—destroying everything he owns until it’s nothing but ashes caught in the wind.

That was the first crew of his that we took out, and we left a note, smeared in blood.

Morte.

- C

It’s the event that set everything in motion. He and his brothers hid like the sacks of shit they are. Theyshouldfear us. That’s smart.

They can hide all they want. We’re patient. We’ve had to be.

We’ll annihilate every one of their men who dares stand in our way until we find them and kill them.

If we need a little help, we’ll have that soon enough, in the form of Chiara’s cousin, Raquel.

Before Faro ruined our life, I was a normal kid. I wanted to become a lawyer. Yeah. Me, a fucking lawyer. It’s funny now.

I wonder if our father is ashamed of us, or proud. He was a simple man who didn’t have a mean bone in his body. I don’t know why Faro killed him, or why he killed my brother too.

But I will find out. The devil himself will tell me the truth before I take his life, and he’ll be begging for a bullet when I’m through with him.

No mercy.

When they killed our father, we were nothing but little boys. Bugs they could squash in a blink of an eye. Up until we blew up their laundromat, the Bianchi men didn’t realize we were even alive.

But now they do.

They don’t yet know the full extent of our strength, the number of hired guns on our payroll. We have so much fucking money now, we don’t know what to do with it. The days of living in squalor are long behind us.

After we watched the warehouse burn, we cut the head off of one of his soldiers, the one we didn’t let burn with the rest, and had it specially delivered with a big, red bow.

Dante’s idea.

He’s got a sick sense of humor and an even sicker mind. If he wasn’t good at running our businesses, he’d be the perfect assassin. He kills with zero apprehension.

Faro thinks he’s above retaliation from anyone. He thinks wrong. Inside the box was not only his pal’s head, but a bloody note that read:

Hope you enjoyed the show. There’s more to come.

- C

We also left him the number for one of my burner phones, just in case he wanted to chat and catch up on old times. I wanted to hear the son of a bitch beg for this to stop.

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