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“That literally is not a good description. What name did he give you?”

“I can’t remember. I was so afraid I was shaking and I couldn’t remember what he said. All I could think about is my son.”

“Okay, well, Cenzo, just kill her.”

“No no. Wait, wait um, when we were at the bar, he introduced his self to me. Just let me remember the name.”

Cenzo walked around just stood next to me. Carla’s eyes bulged. She was more afraid of him than of me. I’m the one who stabbed her in her breast implant. All he did was kick her in her face.

“Mr. Bregoli, please let me go. I can move out of state and you will never see me again.”

“Carla, Carla, Carla, you haven’t given me any information. How can I help you? When you aren’t helping me. You killed my father. I need justice. I need revenge and you can’t even tell me who the fuck you got fentanyl from.”

“Let me think, the name, the name, it was Caval, Caval, Tom. He told me his name was Tom Cavallari. Yes, yes, it was Tom Cavallari.”

I looked over at my brother, and he was already looking at me. This name meant nothing to Lord. But it meant everything to the Bregoli’s. Was this name a hoax? Or was this true? It was believed we wiped the Cavallari Family out completely. There were no known relatives left in existence.

“I gave you his name. Please let me go to the hospital.”

“How old was this Tom Cavallari?”

“He was maybe thirty-five or forty. He was definitely Italian and tall with long black hair and dark eyes.”

“How much did he pay you to poison our father?” I asked as my cell phone buzzed in my pocket.

“He didn’t pay me. He threatened my son and my parents. He told me he would kill everybody in my family and then kill all the people that I knew.”

“Carla, you’re not that smart. You can never bet against Bregoli’s.”

“I’m just an escort. I don’t know the rules. I didn’t do this on purpose. I really like your father.”

I gave Cenzo the sign with eye contact. We have gotten all the information out of Carla that she had to give. The funeral services and burial were tomorrow. I needed to get out of here and handle some other business.

Cenzo walked toward the door. He bent to go into the duffel bag that was sitting on the floor on top of the plastic. He removed a power saw. Carla couldn’t see it. Her eyes were swelling from the kick to the face.

“It’s easier to move her out if she is in pieces.” Cenzo said from across the room.

“Whatever works. Just don’t take too long.”

“Please, Mr. Bregoli. My son only has me.”

“That’s not true. He also has your parents. You killed my father. I don’t care if it was intentional. You know who we are. There is no such thing as manslaughter. Everything is murder.”

“Can I call my son? Can I say goodbye?” She pleaded.

“Can I call my father? Can I say goodbye? No, because he’s dead, and it’s all because you’re a fucking idiot stupid hooker bitch.” I was getting more and more pissed. This is didn’t have to happen. If she had come to us, we would have offered her protection. We’ve run this town, and she was too stupid to recognize it.

I’d had enough. The knife I used to puncture her oversize breast implant was the same knife I used to slit her throat. I watched her swallow gasps for air. I watched as the blood seeped out of her wound. “Cenzo, you don’t have to chop her up. Just call the cleaner.”

“They can clean up after. I want to show my new brother the precise cuts we make. He’s never seen this or done this before.”

I glanced over at Lord. I was surprised to see that he was on board with the dismemberment of a body. How the hell did Cenzo talk him into this? It didn’t matter. I needed to step out and check my phone. I sliced Carla’s carotid artery. She was going to bleed out and be dead in seconds.

I removed the bloody gloves and dropped them. I tossed my gold plated blade on the floor near the duffle bag. I left the bedroom and went into the living area of the suite.

After Cenzo chopped the body into pieces, a cleaner would come in and dispose of the body. Cenzo would handle all the arrangements. I left Lord with him so he could learn the ropes. He didn’t know I was teaching him. I had to trick him because he would’ve never agreed to a lesson on how to dispose of a dead body 101. He really believed he was supposed to work a nine to five or seven to three or eight to four. Shit, who knows the hours of regular, everyday men? I wasn’t regular and Lord wasn’t either. He just didn’t know it yet.

I removed my cell phone from my inside jacket pocket. I had a text message from Kelly. My heart instantly picked up the pace. I opened the text and started to read.

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