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I look at Andrea, “Run!”

We sprint around the side of the building and see the patrons gathering calmly in the front. They glance our way but don’t seem too concerned, so I grab Andrea’s hand and slow our pace.There’s no way they didn’t hear the shots, but it’s better not toactguilty.

We get to the Maserati, slide in and I calmly exit the parking lot. As soon as I’m on the road however, I haul ass like I’m escaping the scene of a crime—because I am!

Andrea glares at me, “What the fuck, Christopher?”

“The fucking fire alarm was broken last time!”

“When?”

I shake my heading trying to remember, “Like a year ago I think?”

Andrea does a facepalm, “A year ago?” She looks at me and laughs.

I laugh too!

CHAPTER 10

On the drive home, Christopher and I laugh at how insane the situation atThe Rat Traphad been. He insists that all he’d wanted to do was talk to the guy and find out what he knew.

He really had no idea that things would escalate so fast. The plan was to introduce himself, invite Fish outside and ask him some questions, then maybe plant some facts for misdirection.

Fish jumping to conclusions—even though he was 100% right—basically gave us no options.

Whether what Jimmy had told him was true or not, the fact that there was no more Jimmy to take back the story would make Fish spread the tale like wildfire.

Fish had to go—If only to buy some time.

After that, Christopher tells me about the first time he killed someone. It was an interesting story…and I find myself agreeing with him that the guy deserved it.

I tell Christopher about the first time I everwantedto kill someone.

By the time we arrive back at the compound, I felt like we really bonded.

We park opposite the fountain with the Cherubs—Chris says he’ll move the car later—and we take the steps up to the front door, hand in hand, wearing smiles.

I’m curious to see if this brother has a cock like Anthony’s.

Christopher’s hand goes to the door handle, but it’s pulled open from the other side by the butler, Charles.

“Don Vincenzo is waiting for the both of you in his office.”

Shit.I fake a yawn and say, “Can it wait? I’m really tired.”

“He said—Immediately.I wouldn’t keep him waiting any longer if I were you. He didn’t seem happy.”

Double shit.

“Okay,” Christopher ushers me in with a hand on the small of my back.

We hold hands again and take faltering steps like we’re walking to the gulag. I give Christopher’s hand a squeeze, “What do you think it is?”

“He must’ve found out about Jimmy,” he squeezes my hand back, “don’t worry, it’ll be okay. You did great back there by the way. You were very decisive.”

“Thanks,” I squeeze his hand again and feel myself smile. I also think I’m getting the hang of things. We sure as hell couldn’t have waited around there. I calculated all the variables. Fish had to go.

At the top of the stairs we hang a left to the Don’s office. When we get there Christopher knocks three times.

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