Chapter Sixteen
Nick
Days passand we can’t get an address for Snade.
Fuck.It’s all fucked up shit I hate.
It’s all a load of bull shit that drives me insane.
I get stuck in a cycle of going from the office to the club as the default and checking in with Jo.
I see Vincent in the mix and my parents. All they need to do is look at me and they can tell I’m not just sitting around waiting on them to handle the situation.
No one says anything and when suspicion lurks in, Gabe or Salvatore does something to throw them off my scent.
They started getting like it when Pa was informed of the truth. When we told him what we found on Tommy’s computer.
Pa was livid. Absolutely fucking livid and I knew he felt the sting of betrayal from Tommy. What probably stopped him from going complete ape shit, and continuing our pursuits is that he sees Tommy as one of his own.
I’m at least grateful for that because had it been one of my brothers I would be the same. I’d still want to know who fired the bullet.
We told Pa everything, but what we don’t tell him is Jo is working endlessly to find an address for Snade. We keep that part quiet.
I try to be patient and think of the situation in an objective way. That’s what I try to do to be levelheaded.
I try that by remembering who the Fontaines are.
The only thing we’re all in agreement with is that all of it, everything that’s happened reeks of them.
Perez’ name might have been dropped in too but thinking objectively is how we agree that the only people who can get their hands on a drug like Chrysanthemum and a batch worthy of smuggling is the Fontaines.
It fits that they’d also be rubbing shoulders with the likes of Perez and the Cartel.
The Fontaines started off in property development and investment banking, and hated that the Rossi’s owned so much of Chicago. They hate it now too that Claudius inherited it. All assets and land they want but can’t touch.
They’re not fucking stupid though and they didn’t decide to back down like the rest of us and take what piece of the pie they could get. They kept what they had and ventured into the highly illegal. Sex and drugs.
They’re very big on the sex trafficking scene and black market prostitution. That’s why they rub shoulders with certain notables in the government. The fucked up corrupt fucktards who fuel that shit.
It’s the reason why no one can touch them and why Pa and Vincent is pussyfooting the way they are.
I don’t know what they’ll do but the one option that scares me is them deciding to do nothing. If nothing happened with the shipping company Pa may do nothing. They could dig around until they see there’s no longer a threat and leave it.
It’s safer.
Safer, but what I don’t want. The only thing I hang on to that will make them keep on is that they know I won’t stop looking, and they don’t want another dead Giordano brother.
They know I’ll look until it kills me if that’s the price I have to pay.
At least I was right on some level.
Tommy wouldn’t have been dealing that shit. He’s the little guy in the mix.
I’m guessing too that Billy knew about the shipment company. That was why he was shot. The Fontaines didn’t want him telling us that part.
So now we know all the shit.
The disaster is twofold. On the one hand we know the Fontaines were trying to use us for their shit and on the other hand we know it went wrong somewhere and someone hired a hit on Tommy.