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organization, right? Maybe get my job one day?”
I nodded guardedly. “Sure. One day.”
“Then you need to play ball, Brooks. This shit with you refusing to kill women, it just looks bad.”
“I’m not sure I give a fuck how it looks.”
Dante laughed. “See, that’s why I like you, big fucking balls.”
“Why’d you call me down here, Dante?”
“I got another job for you.”
I cringed. “I’m not exactly up for a kill right now.”
“Not a kill, although it is something of a hunt.”
“Spit it out, Dante.”
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a long cigar. I watched as he took his time unwrapping it, cutting it, and lighting it. It was such a stupid fucking power play, but I sat there patiently anyway.
He puffed on his cigar. “We got most of the girls back last night,” he said. “Spiders took a few, and a few others are missing. It’s your job to figure out if they’re still loose in the city or if the Spiders took them.”
The memory of those girls came back to me. I’d let them go. Hell, I’d made them run away. Now Dante wanted me to hunt them down.
“Fine,” I said. “That all? Find a bunch of lost hookers?”
“That’s it. Gian wants them found and brought back if you can. Kill them if you can’t.”
“Why not have someone else do it?”
Dante puffed again, blowing smoke toward me. “Because I fucking want to see you do it, Brooks. That okay?”
“Guess so.”
“It’s going to have to be. Find the fucking girls. Bring them back, dead or alive.” He laughed.
I stood up. “You got it.” I turned to leave.
“How’s your little prize doing?” Dante asked.
I turned slowly back toward him. I’d been hoping he’d forgotten about that, but apparently not. “Why?”
“Was wondering if she’s dead yet or if you’re the long and slow type.”
“She’s taken care of.”
He gave me a look. “She better be, Brooks.”
“We done now?”
“We’re done. Good luck.”
I turned and left, pushing back out through the door.
I got into the car and started the engine, pulling out into traffic.
This fucking guy. Dante just wasn’t letting this girl thing go, and I didn’t understand why. My decision not to hurt women hadn’t been much of a problem before, so I didn’t understand why he gave a fuck now.
Unless it was because of what he’d said. Unless they were thinking about promoting me, but Dante didn’t think I could be trusted yet. He wanted me to prove that I cared more about the mafia than I did about my moral code.
That had to be it. I couldn’t think of any other reason why he was pressing now. Gian wanted to promote me, maybe to a local captain or some shit, but Dante didn’t trust me. Simple as that.
And now I was stuck finding these girls. I was willing to bet that Dante wanted me to kill them all, would be much happier getting all their heads in a bag than getting them back alive and unharmed.
I couldn’t let the girls go, but I couldn’t find them either. I wasn’t going to be the one to drag these girls back into captivity.
My problems were only getting fucking worse. Shit on top of shit.
And meanwhile, Emma was alive and well back in my apartment, and she was going to stay that way.
Fuck. I needed to find a way out of this, and fast, before Dante fucked everything up.
10
Emma
I t felt strange sitting in Brooke’s apartment alone for so long. As I stared at the television, feeling numb and lost, I realized that staying in his apartment for just a few days was the longest I’d ever been away from home.
I had no home anymore, I had to remind myself. There was nowhere for me to go anymore, no home or father for me to return to. I didn’t have to worry about my father stealing my money anymore or vomiting all over himself in his sleep.
That was scary in itself. That was all I’d known for so long, all that misery and anger and misfortune. Now I had to figure out who I was outside that house and that relationship with my
I nodded guardedly. “Sure. One day.”
“Then you need to play ball, Brooks. This shit with you refusing to kill women, it just looks bad.”
“I’m not sure I give a fuck how it looks.”
Dante laughed. “See, that’s why I like you, big fucking balls.”
“Why’d you call me down here, Dante?”
“I got another job for you.”
I cringed. “I’m not exactly up for a kill right now.”
“Not a kill, although it is something of a hunt.”
“Spit it out, Dante.”
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a long cigar. I watched as he took his time unwrapping it, cutting it, and lighting it. It was such a stupid fucking power play, but I sat there patiently anyway.
He puffed on his cigar. “We got most of the girls back last night,” he said. “Spiders took a few, and a few others are missing. It’s your job to figure out if they’re still loose in the city or if the Spiders took them.”
The memory of those girls came back to me. I’d let them go. Hell, I’d made them run away. Now Dante wanted me to hunt them down.
“Fine,” I said. “That all? Find a bunch of lost hookers?”
“That’s it. Gian wants them found and brought back if you can. Kill them if you can’t.”
“Why not have someone else do it?”
Dante puffed again, blowing smoke toward me. “Because I fucking want to see you do it, Brooks. That okay?”
“Guess so.”
“It’s going to have to be. Find the fucking girls. Bring them back, dead or alive.” He laughed.
I stood up. “You got it.” I turned to leave.
“How’s your little prize doing?” Dante asked.
I turned slowly back toward him. I’d been hoping he’d forgotten about that, but apparently not. “Why?”
“Was wondering if she’s dead yet or if you’re the long and slow type.”
“She’s taken care of.”
He gave me a look. “She better be, Brooks.”
“We done now?”
“We’re done. Good luck.”
I turned and left, pushing back out through the door.
I got into the car and started the engine, pulling out into traffic.
This fucking guy. Dante just wasn’t letting this girl thing go, and I didn’t understand why. My decision not to hurt women hadn’t been much of a problem before, so I didn’t understand why he gave a fuck now.
Unless it was because of what he’d said. Unless they were thinking about promoting me, but Dante didn’t think I could be trusted yet. He wanted me to prove that I cared more about the mafia than I did about my moral code.
That had to be it. I couldn’t think of any other reason why he was pressing now. Gian wanted to promote me, maybe to a local captain or some shit, but Dante didn’t trust me. Simple as that.
And now I was stuck finding these girls. I was willing to bet that Dante wanted me to kill them all, would be much happier getting all their heads in a bag than getting them back alive and unharmed.
I couldn’t let the girls go, but I couldn’t find them either. I wasn’t going to be the one to drag these girls back into captivity.
My problems were only getting fucking worse. Shit on top of shit.
And meanwhile, Emma was alive and well back in my apartment, and she was going to stay that way.
Fuck. I needed to find a way out of this, and fast, before Dante fucked everything up.
10
Emma
I t felt strange sitting in Brooke’s apartment alone for so long. As I stared at the television, feeling numb and lost, I realized that staying in his apartment for just a few days was the longest I’d ever been away from home.
I had no home anymore, I had to remind myself. There was nowhere for me to go anymore, no home or father for me to return to. I didn’t have to worry about my father stealing my money anymore or vomiting all over himself in his sleep.
That was scary in itself. That was all I’d known for so long, all that misery and anger and misfortune. Now I had to figure out who I was outside that house and that relationship with my
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