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Authors: Aaron Michaels
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no reason to be here," Tony said. "You shoot, and you're gonna die for no good reason. That how you want to go out?"
The guy's eyes flicked off Carter for a split second to look at Tony. Tony made sure his aim never wavered. He wanted the guy to know he was serious.
Tony could almost hear the gears turning in the guy's head. Enforcers were ruthless, skilled hunters who did what they were told. Even enforcers who were thinkers like this guy weren't always the best at working outside the box. Back when Carter had worked for Tony's uncle, he hadn't thought much beyond his orders, either. Out here and away from the family, Carter had stretched beyond what he'd been back then. Even if Tony's uncle magically resurrected, no way could Carter -- or Tony -- ever go back to the way things had been.
This enforcer was maybe thirty, tops. Enforcers didn't live long unless they moved up in the organization to a position that didn't require them to knock heads for a living. This guy was either on his way up or on his way out. Tony was banking that he was on the way up and smart enough to take an opportunity when it was presented to him.
"I die, I'd go out killing a couple of faggots," the guy said.
Carter's expression hardened. "Watch your mouth," he said.
The guy laughed, humorless and short. "If I knew I was coming after a couple of fags like you, I'd have done the job for free."
He was trying to provoke Carter into doing something stupid. Tony had to get the guy's attention, and the easiest way to do that was to turn the insults around.
"How's it feel?" he asked the guy. "Knowing you got beat by a couple fags like us?"
"From where I'm standing it don't look like I got beat."
"Yes, you did." Tony nodded his head at the guy sprawled on the kitchen floor. "You're all that's left. Your boss sent three of you, and you're all that's left. You shoot now, and you won't be left, either. Whatever happens, you still got beat by us. And you want to know what's funny about that?"
The guy didn't want to ask, Tony could tell by the expression on his face, but he couldn't help himself. "What?"
Tony 's jaw ached and his head hurt. He was sick of the stupidity of the entire situation, and he was sick to death of this guy pointing a gun at Carter. For a moment, Tony almost shot him on sheer principle, but he needed the guy to deliver a message, and the guy couldn't do that if he was dead.
"None of this had to happen," Tony said. "What family sent you? Which boss?"
"Toretti," the guy said.
Not Luciano like they'd thought, but Toretti. What a fucking joke. Toretti ran whores and numbers two burgs over from where Uncle Sid's territory ended. When Toretti's goons took out Uncle Sid and his lieutenants, it had been the first salvo in a war over territory. Tony never thought Toretti would come out on top in that war, but he must have. Tony hoped Luciano got a big-ass favor in return when he sold the two of them out to Toretti.
"Toretti." Carter snorted. "He ain't got but two brain cells in that puny head of his, and those two don't get along so well."
Tony could see the muscles in the guy's jaw clench. "I should shoot you just for disrespecting the boss."
"He disrespected my family," Tony said.
"And you two fags didn't do nothing about it," the guy said. "Until Jojo comes back from vacation and tells Luciano this story about seeing ghosts in Idaho, and Luciano decides to play nice, the boss don't even know you two were alive."
Jojo -- the guy on vacation with his wife and two kids.
"But here you two are, and as long as you're breathing, the boss has a problem." The guy smiled. "I eliminate problems, so here I am."
"That's what I'm trying to tell you," Tony said. "There's no problem here."
"You two are here."
"And we're no problem for your boss. Look around you. You see any of the families from back home? You been here long enough to scope us out. You see any numbers going on? Any protection rackets? We're out of the business." Tony bit off
The guy's eyes flicked off Carter for a split second to look at Tony. Tony made sure his aim never wavered. He wanted the guy to know he was serious.
Tony could almost hear the gears turning in the guy's head. Enforcers were ruthless, skilled hunters who did what they were told. Even enforcers who were thinkers like this guy weren't always the best at working outside the box. Back when Carter had worked for Tony's uncle, he hadn't thought much beyond his orders, either. Out here and away from the family, Carter had stretched beyond what he'd been back then. Even if Tony's uncle magically resurrected, no way could Carter -- or Tony -- ever go back to the way things had been.
This enforcer was maybe thirty, tops. Enforcers didn't live long unless they moved up in the organization to a position that didn't require them to knock heads for a living. This guy was either on his way up or on his way out. Tony was banking that he was on the way up and smart enough to take an opportunity when it was presented to him.
"I die, I'd go out killing a couple of faggots," the guy said.
Carter's expression hardened. "Watch your mouth," he said.
The guy laughed, humorless and short. "If I knew I was coming after a couple of fags like you, I'd have done the job for free."
He was trying to provoke Carter into doing something stupid. Tony had to get the guy's attention, and the easiest way to do that was to turn the insults around.
"How's it feel?" he asked the guy. "Knowing you got beat by a couple fags like us?"
"From where I'm standing it don't look like I got beat."
"Yes, you did." Tony nodded his head at the guy sprawled on the kitchen floor. "You're all that's left. Your boss sent three of you, and you're all that's left. You shoot now, and you won't be left, either. Whatever happens, you still got beat by us. And you want to know what's funny about that?"
The guy didn't want to ask, Tony could tell by the expression on his face, but he couldn't help himself. "What?"
Tony 's jaw ached and his head hurt. He was sick of the stupidity of the entire situation, and he was sick to death of this guy pointing a gun at Carter. For a moment, Tony almost shot him on sheer principle, but he needed the guy to deliver a message, and the guy couldn't do that if he was dead.
"None of this had to happen," Tony said. "What family sent you? Which boss?"
"Toretti," the guy said.
Not Luciano like they'd thought, but Toretti. What a fucking joke. Toretti ran whores and numbers two burgs over from where Uncle Sid's territory ended. When Toretti's goons took out Uncle Sid and his lieutenants, it had been the first salvo in a war over territory. Tony never thought Toretti would come out on top in that war, but he must have. Tony hoped Luciano got a big-ass favor in return when he sold the two of them out to Toretti.
"Toretti." Carter snorted. "He ain't got but two brain cells in that puny head of his, and those two don't get along so well."
Tony could see the muscles in the guy's jaw clench. "I should shoot you just for disrespecting the boss."
"He disrespected my family," Tony said.
"And you two fags didn't do nothing about it," the guy said. "Until Jojo comes back from vacation and tells Luciano this story about seeing ghosts in Idaho, and Luciano decides to play nice, the boss don't even know you two were alive."
Jojo -- the guy on vacation with his wife and two kids.
"But here you two are, and as long as you're breathing, the boss has a problem." The guy smiled. "I eliminate problems, so here I am."
"That's what I'm trying to tell you," Tony said. "There's no problem here."
"You two are here."
"And we're no problem for your boss. Look around you. You see any of the families from back home? You been here long enough to scope us out. You see any numbers going on? Any protection rackets? We're out of the business." Tony bit off
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