Page 58 of Labria

“Okay. He’s not an issue. Are you sure? I’m sure. You can check my phone. I didn’t call anyone else.” I lifted my cell.

“No, no, I believe you.” He stood and placed his hands at his waist. “Well, this solves one of my problems.”

What did he mean by that?

“I will call a cleaner to handle this.”

“A cleaner?” What? “What does that mean?”

“Someone that can come and dispose of the body. Clean the house so there’s no trace evidence left behind, you know DNA or blood or anything.”

“No, I don’t want anyone to know what I did.”

“These people are discreet.”

“No way, it’s more than one person?”

“Ah yeah, just a two-man crew.”

“I don’t want anyone to know about this.”

“I know about this.”

“But, but, you see dead bodies all the time, right?” I asked, really not expecting the truth.

“I’ve seen my fair share.”

“I know you guys have a code of silence or something. If this gets out, my life is over.”

“It’s not going to get out. Who’s going to say anything? I’m the Don. The cleaners are professionals. They clean, get paid and never ask questions.”

“But if those cleaner people know about it, you can’t guarantee that. Can you? You can’t.” I answered for him.

“Fine. Labria, what do you want me to do?” He crossed his arms over his chest.

“I don’t know. I don’t know. This is the first person I ever shot.”

“He’s dead. You killed him.” He frankly added, just to jab me with the truth.

“Nicco, please, don’t be an asshole. Tell me what to do. I don’t want to go to jail. My life will be over. I can’t believe this is happening to me.” I was rambling on.

“I didn’t think I’m being an asshole.” He joked with a dead man lying at our feet.

I sighed. I was going to jail. I’m not a jail type of person.

Nicco reached out and grabbed both of my arms. “Stop! The first thing you have to do is calm down. Breathe. You are not going to jail for killing this fuckingbastardoscumbag. You hear me? This is all going to go away.”

“Okay.” I finally exhaled.

“If you don’t want to call a cleaner, that’s fine. We’re going to get you cleaned up first. Then we’re going to clean this place up together. I will dispose of his body. Can you handle that?”

“Yes, I can.”

Nicco let go of my arms. “You have to get a grip. This is not your first dead body. You saw those motorcycle motherfuckers dead in the street. You ducked bullets. The women in this family are tough. So toughen the fuck up.”

“Okay.” I shook my head. This was the weirdest pep talk I had ever received.

“You did what you had to do. It was either Gianna or you, right?”

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