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“Your pregnant girlfriend?”

I want to correct him and tell him that she isn’t my girlfriend, but that doesn’t feel right anymore. I might not know exactly how to define our relationship, but she means more to me than any of my previous girlfriends ever did.

“She’s gone.”

“Did your father find out?”

“Why is that where your mind went?”

“Your father is fucking crazy. No offense.”

He’s not wrong for saying it, but it’s not the answer I wanted to hear.

“He swears he wasn’t involved.”

“What? You think he would confess?”

“Call Mikey. I’ll meet you at the penthouse in twenty minutes. Call everyone in the family that you can.”

“Did you talk to Angela?”

“Angela isn’t responsible for this.”

“Are you sure?” Peter says. He seems to hesitate. “She was acting all weird the other night. I didn’t want to say anything, because I figured the bastard scrambled her head when he took a mallet to her feet but… I don’t know.”

“Angela is a separate problem. I don’t think she took Delphine away.”

“I’ll get Mikey and meet you at the penthouse,” Peter says. “Did you call the twins?”

Chapter Thirty-One

Renzo

Gino speaks some of the worst Italian I’ve ever heard in my life. We spent the past four years away at university, and his Italian is still horrific to the point of embarrassing. I can barely understand what the fuck he said about dragging my brother’s pregnant slut into the back of the 4Runner.

It doesn’t matter. This plan is brilliant.

“She’s passed out,” Gino says – in Italian, or some variation of the Italian language that I can mostly understand.

“Once we take care of this problem, dad will understand that we didn’t just waste our money on booze and strip clubs in Sicily.”

“Isn’t that exactly what we did?”

“Shut up, Gino.”

I bought an apartment close to the harbor with half the money Nonno gave me for my twenty-first birthday. The harbor has to be one of the easiest places to dump a body in all of New York State and none of the bodies I’ve put in the harbor have ever been found.

The goal tonight is simple – punish Luigi for his transgression against our family’s honor, we cut the baby out of his slut’s womb and torture her to death on video before dumping her corpse into the harbor. My private parking spot at the harbor apartment allows me to back the 4Runner right up to the front door. You would have to be on my property to see us transporting our ‘cargo’ to the front door.

“Are you sure this is going to work?” Gino asks with his typical lacking confidence.

“Shut up before you wake her up.”

He stays quiet long enough for us to trap this slightly larger woman in my guest bedroom and lock the door. If she dares to climb out the window, she’ll come face to face with my pair of uncut Cane Corsos, each about 150 lbs. It won’t take her long to realize her mistake.

Once we’re alone, I can reassess the plan with Gino. He doesn’t seem happy.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?”

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