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Authors: Shyla Colt
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myself. I’m outnumbered, out gunned, and out of my territory.
“Why did he send you to do his work?” Giancarlo asks.
“Because I’m the only one who can communicate with Vita, and he’s taking stock of the situation. If it happened on our turf, no one knows it better than us.”
“You say if ,” Giancarlo says.
“Yes, he was on his way back from a mission out of town. Once we pinpoint where it happened, we’ll know more.” I resent the interrogation. I’m not the one who did wrong, so why should I be put on trial? I clench and unclench my fists beneath the tablecloth.
“Where was he coming from?”
“Dallas, Texas.”
“Texas, the Lodge. It’s possible it was an accidental case of recognition,” someone suggests.
“Highly unlikely. I want to know what’s occurred to make him decide his position is unsafe suddenly. Make calls now.” Giancarlo turns his attention to me. “I think we just found our connection.”
Chapter Five
Vita/Elisa
I know exactly what Lodge means in our language. It’s a kill house. A place in the middle of nowhere they drag motherfuckers to. It’s for info extraction and disposal.
Is he already dead?
They haven’t called back since I played hardball.
Have I cost my brother his life?
I try not to wring my hands as we wait. The whispers around us remind me of the hiss of snakes. Any of them could be a turncoat. I’m relying on my aunt’s judgment. It’s a scary thing to do, after years of trusting only Ira. A migraine sets in. The steady thump at my temples pushes me closer to the edge.
“We got something. Benny says he saw them drive up in a blacked out SUV a few nights ago.”
“He never even made it out of Texas,” Prophet mumbles.
I tap his shoulder.
“She wants to know what we’ll do now.”
“Now, we fly out and you stay back here. You know the drill. You lay low, stay protected, and wait for word.”
“Here, she feels like a sitting duck,” Prophet relays.
Giancarlo frowns.
I bite the inside of my cheek. I’m going against the grain. I’m only here because I know information. Women do not have a voice and I’m pushing my luck. But I’ll do what it takes to ensure Ira’s safety.
“You got a better hiding place?” Giancarlo asks.
I want to say home, but that would make me stupid, and if I go to the clubhouse, it would bring trouble they didn’t need down on them. So instead, I shake my head no.
“We’ll keep you safe. We’ve been waiting for a moment like this,” Aunt Giada says.
I glance down to hide the pool of anger that’s formed. I turn to Prophet, grateful it’s him doing my dirty work.
“She finds that hard to believe,” Prophet says.
Giada gasps.
“I have no doubts your husband, my godfather, would happily slit your throat and deliver my corpse to Uncle Lorenzo with a bow. So, you can understand why I’d be a little apprehensive.” I sign.
Is she really so blind to the way things are?
Giada’s eyes fill with shame and she glances down.
I don’t want to hurt her, but I can’t afford to be polite.
“You got a point here. I can’t fault you when I know you’re fighting for your life,” Cousin Stephen says.
I sign to Prophet…“I don’t mean any disrespect. But my number one priority is my brother.” I place my shaking hands in my lap. I’ve walked into the furnace hoping to— miraculously— not be burned.
All heads turn toward Giancarlo. He’ll have the final say.
I figured it would happen this way. In Italy, he’s untouchable, the way the Lorello’s once were. It’s an honor that he even showed up. I know it’s because our families have a history together. My grandfather must be rolling in his grave. His family gone belly up and become polluted with poison, hate, greed and distrust. It’s not what we were ever about. Family has always been the most important thing. I’m not sure where Uncle Lorenzo went wrong.
“Being away from your family has made you brash and outspoken.
“Why did he send you to do his work?” Giancarlo asks.
“Because I’m the only one who can communicate with Vita, and he’s taking stock of the situation. If it happened on our turf, no one knows it better than us.”
“You say if ,” Giancarlo says.
“Yes, he was on his way back from a mission out of town. Once we pinpoint where it happened, we’ll know more.” I resent the interrogation. I’m not the one who did wrong, so why should I be put on trial? I clench and unclench my fists beneath the tablecloth.
“Where was he coming from?”
“Dallas, Texas.”
“Texas, the Lodge. It’s possible it was an accidental case of recognition,” someone suggests.
“Highly unlikely. I want to know what’s occurred to make him decide his position is unsafe suddenly. Make calls now.” Giancarlo turns his attention to me. “I think we just found our connection.”
Chapter Five
Vita/Elisa
I know exactly what Lodge means in our language. It’s a kill house. A place in the middle of nowhere they drag motherfuckers to. It’s for info extraction and disposal.
Is he already dead?
They haven’t called back since I played hardball.
Have I cost my brother his life?
I try not to wring my hands as we wait. The whispers around us remind me of the hiss of snakes. Any of them could be a turncoat. I’m relying on my aunt’s judgment. It’s a scary thing to do, after years of trusting only Ira. A migraine sets in. The steady thump at my temples pushes me closer to the edge.
“We got something. Benny says he saw them drive up in a blacked out SUV a few nights ago.”
“He never even made it out of Texas,” Prophet mumbles.
I tap his shoulder.
“She wants to know what we’ll do now.”
“Now, we fly out and you stay back here. You know the drill. You lay low, stay protected, and wait for word.”
“Here, she feels like a sitting duck,” Prophet relays.
Giancarlo frowns.
I bite the inside of my cheek. I’m going against the grain. I’m only here because I know information. Women do not have a voice and I’m pushing my luck. But I’ll do what it takes to ensure Ira’s safety.
“You got a better hiding place?” Giancarlo asks.
I want to say home, but that would make me stupid, and if I go to the clubhouse, it would bring trouble they didn’t need down on them. So instead, I shake my head no.
“We’ll keep you safe. We’ve been waiting for a moment like this,” Aunt Giada says.
I glance down to hide the pool of anger that’s formed. I turn to Prophet, grateful it’s him doing my dirty work.
“She finds that hard to believe,” Prophet says.
Giada gasps.
“I have no doubts your husband, my godfather, would happily slit your throat and deliver my corpse to Uncle Lorenzo with a bow. So, you can understand why I’d be a little apprehensive.” I sign.
Is she really so blind to the way things are?
Giada’s eyes fill with shame and she glances down.
I don’t want to hurt her, but I can’t afford to be polite.
“You got a point here. I can’t fault you when I know you’re fighting for your life,” Cousin Stephen says.
I sign to Prophet…“I don’t mean any disrespect. But my number one priority is my brother.” I place my shaking hands in my lap. I’ve walked into the furnace hoping to— miraculously— not be burned.
All heads turn toward Giancarlo. He’ll have the final say.
I figured it would happen this way. In Italy, he’s untouchable, the way the Lorello’s once were. It’s an honor that he even showed up. I know it’s because our families have a history together. My grandfather must be rolling in his grave. His family gone belly up and become polluted with poison, hate, greed and distrust. It’s not what we were ever about. Family has always been the most important thing. I’m not sure where Uncle Lorenzo went wrong.
“Being away from your family has made you brash and outspoken.
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