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“Right.” I shook my head up and down.

“Go get in the shower. Wash all the blood and DNA off your body, nails and hair. I got gloves in my truck. I’m going to try to find some plastic to wrap his body in.”

“Okay.”

I stood still for a minute and watched Nicco as he rifled through his uncle’s pockets. He removed a car key.

“At least he was smart enough not to bring his cell phone and his wallet.” He held the car key up. “He drove here. After we clean this place, I’m going to have to find his car and get rid of it. We only have a few hours.”

“Okay. Shower.” I said for no discernible reason.

“Don’t worry.”

Easy for him to say. “Okay. Uh, please don’t tell Lord. I don’t want him to know I killed someone.”

“Why would I tell him? This wouldn’t be something he would want to hear. He won’t know anything unless you tell him. This wasn’t your fault. It was a very unfortunate accident.”

“It’s Tuesday. Do you need to call in sick, or will you be able to go to work tomorrow?”

“I don’t know. What am I supposed to do?” I frantically asked.

“I advise you to go to work in the morning and act like nothing happened. You have to go right back to your regular routine.”

“I don’t know if I can do it. I’m messed up. I killed someone.”

“Listen, Labria, first off you can do anything.”

“I killed someone in your organization. Does that mean someone will come after me?”

“No one is coming after you, because no one is going to know you took Gianni out. Labria, look at me.”

My eyes looked up at him.

“All you have to do is follow my instructions.”

“Okay. I’m going to shower.”

“Remove the bloody clothes and toss them right here with him. Shower and dress in something you can throw out later. I’m going to the car.”

I watched Nicco leave my bedroom. He was so calm and I don’t know what I expected.

I turned away from the body. I pulled the bloody white wife-beater over my head and dropped it. Then I removed my shorts. I hurried across the room and dashed into the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind me.

Chapter Nineteen

LORDES

My flight was on schedule. I had business to tend to when I arrived in New York. If it were up to Lolita, this trip would be about pleasure. Entertaining her was too much of a chore. She was looking for happily ever after and I didn’t have that to offer.

She wasn’t actually throwing herself at me, but she wasn’t acting chaste, either. Having this much power has triple the amount of pussy being thrown at me. It was a good thing that I didn’t own a catcher’s mitt. I used to be good at baseball.

Just like now. Lolita is sitting across from me in a dress and she wasn’t wearing any panties. Back in Chicago, these were the women I deemed too desperate to entertain. I bet she was thinking I was playing hard to get. Now I had to engage in the politics and fanfare that being an underboss entailed.

Running away from pussy is getting exhausting. If I had to choose a mistress, it would be someone not connected to the organization. There was something about Lolita that was very beguiling. She was pretty, stunning even, but she didn’t hold a candle to Bria.

Fucking Ming Wu was not and never would be an option. She’s the kind of woman men went to war over and Master Wu would probably try to kill me. This job isn’t that easy, but that’s what is so appealing about it, the danger, the influence. We were kings in a kingdom of possibilities. All the dirty money looked squeaky clean.

Wu hadn’t produced Tom Ignacio, and his sister didn’t know where he was located. Nicco fucked her before he gave her a polygraph test.

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