Page 70 of Sal Gabrini: Man on Fire

“Not so fast, Don Juan,” Reno said, and then motioned toward the three waiting SUVs. “We got our own ride.”

“But I prefer my limousine,” said Mason.

“We have better security,” said Gemma. “Or do you prefer to walk into that police station on your own?”

Mason exhaled. “Can a brother get some love around here?” he asked sarcastically as he walked over to the middle SUV and got in along with Reno and Gemma. Elsie got in as well.

And then all three SUVs drove out of the driveway at the PaLargio and made their way to the Spring Valley police station.

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

“Where is he?” Sal asked as soon as he and Mick burst into Sal’s house.

“Where’s who?” asked Tommy.

“Where’s Dom?”

“He’s in Lucky’s room,” said Trina. “Why?”

But Sal and Mick were already running toward the back. Trina, Tommy, and Grace ran back there with them. What, they wondered, was going on now?

As soon as Sal entered Lucky’s room, where Big Daddy, Dommi, and Marie were in there talking with him, he grabbed Dommi by his shirt and flung him against the wall.

“Hey now,” said Big Daddy, reaching for Dommi to protect him. “What are you doing, Sal?”

Trina was worried too. But she knew her son could do some crazy shit. She waited to see. Because Sal was singularly focused on Dommi. She could see that.

“You told Uncle Mick that Joventanno was the fucker fucking with me.”

“That’s what I found out,” said Dommi. “It is Jovie.”

“How do you know for certain?” asked Mick.

“Because I was personally told it was him. It was high up in his organization that told me. It wasn’t just anybody!”

“How high?” asked Sal.

“Jovie’s underboss,” said Dommi and then he jerked away from Sal’s grasp as if he had said it all. “That’s how high!”

But Mick frowned. “Fuck,” he said.

Sal and everybody else in the room looked at him. “What is it, Uncle Mick?” asked Tommy.

“Joventanno never had an underboss. He ran solo. Always had.”

They all were shocked. Sal looked at Dommi. “Then who the fuck were you talking to?”

“He said he was his underboss. Who would go around claiming shit like that if it’s not true?”

“Describe him,” said Grace, and they all looked at Dommi.

Dommi had to think about it. “He was tall. Slender. A very well-dressed black guy.”

Big Daddy frowned. “A black guy? I’ve been around a long time, son. I’ve never heard of a black guy running underboss in an Italian mob. That’ll be like an Italian lording it over the Crips and Bloods.”

“Right,” said Mick, who everybody knew should know.

But based on Dommi’s description, Sal had a different take, and it was causing his heart to pound. He quickly pulled out his cell phone, found that photo Jimmy had sent to him, and showed it to Dom. “Is this the underboss?” he asked.

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