Page 228 of The Tempted

“Bianci, you came here with a plan. Think it’s about time you divulged that shit to us,” he ground out.

Anthony looked at me, I nodded agreeing with Blackie. He took a deep breath and leaned back in his chair.

“Jimmy’s on the prowl for kilos of heroine, you supply him, Vic will use his connections to bring Jimmy down,” he paused for a minute. “You guys can get your hands on that, keep feeding Jimmy until we have a chance to set the motherfucker up, then the plan is to send him away.”

“So we supply him with the product, he disperses it, comes back for more, we give it, and what? He gets to breathe? What about the people he gets hooked on that shit? What about the people who lose their lives to that shit? Their lives don’t matter, but his does?” Blackie shouted.

“He won’t be breathing for long. Vic will be waiting for him,” Anthony said gravely.

“Vic will do the hit?” I asked.

“And if all goes according to plan, and the dust settles, he’ll get himself moved to the joint up near Canada, and finally be able to do what he’s been itching to do for years,” Anthony added.

“He’s got a motherfucking death wish,” I mumbled.

“That man died the day he sacrificed himself for his family. He’s got nothing left but this,” Anthony said solemnly.

“You get me a meeting with Pastore,” Blackie said, turning his eyes to me. “I’ll get you the heroine, I’ll be Jimmy’s supplier but not without hearing it from Pastore’s mouth that he’s prepared to take out G-Man.”

There was conviction in his voice, exhaustion in his eyes, a man determined to seek closure on his wife’s death, prepared to close that chapter of his life.

I turned to Anthony.

“Get us in with Victor,” I said.

“No,” Blackie disagreed. “I said me. I don’t have anyone that needs me breathing,” he said.

“I need you fucking breathing,” I fired back, not giving him a chance to say another word as I rose from my seat and pointed to Anthony. “Set it up.”

I was done with this fucking conversation and walked away from the table. I went from having Reina’s pussy convulsing against my face to questioning if she was a goddamn enemy. No longer was I avenging my brother’s death but instead planning a fucking massacre. War was coming and death was getting ready to knock on Satan’s door. I stared up at the clock, the minute hand ticking ferociously, reminding me the time was coming to fucking resurrect the demons in us and reclaim our black souls.

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