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Then, I do what he told me to do.
I press send.
8
SANTINO
It’s beendays since that video and I’ve watched her finger fuck herself so many times, I’ve lost count. The small whisper of my name falling from her lips is an echo in my mind. It’s all I hear. All day. Every day. I never get rest. She’s all I think about.
And she’s dangerous for my business if I can’t get myself together.
“Mr. Salvati?”
I have to know who she is. Someone who is so brazen to talk to me, a man who kills for no reason at all, takes courage.
Unless…
What if she doesn’t know who I am?
“Mr. Salvati?”
Someone nudges my arm and it’s enough to piss me off because it has the beautiful image drifting from my mind. Yanking my gun out of my holster, I cock it, my finger on the trigger as I point it to Bianchi.
“Dad, what are you doing?” Omar hisses quietly enough for me to hear.
“I’ll be ready to listen on my own time. I don’t appreciate being rushed, Bianchi.”
He raises his hands, a gesture of peace. “I don’t mean to rush you, Salvati. My men here don’t have fucking patience.” His eyes slide to either guard standing beside him. “Apologies for that.”
I tuck my gun into the holster, placing my elbows on the table. I want nothing more than to put a bullet between his eyes and let the sharks feast on their body. I keep the marine life fed and prospering at this point. I’d hate to leave them starving, but I have to wait for the perfect time to attack. Bianchi can’t know I’m onto him or there will be a war that’ll leave many bodies on my streets.
Innocent people will die. That’s the difference between Bianchi and me. He kills innocents to make a point; I kill people who are guilty—there’s a massive difference.
Guilt sways loyalty. That’s a dying offense in my rulebook.
“I’m hoping my offer is enough to sway your mind for us to join forces, Santino,” he says, picking up a glass of water.
I won’t dare drink anything this man gives me.
Omar reaches for his glass and from under the table, I kick his foot. He understands and drops his arm immediately.
Never take anything from an enemy. Their friendly façade is only used to begin the process of a kill. Anything could be in the water, a poison that could kill my son slowly and I could wake up the next morning with him dead in his bed.
Dramatic? Perhaps.
Has it been done before? Yes.
Because I have done it to other enemies. Never underestimate anyone because everyone has one thing in common.
Everyone will snap when pushed too far. No matter who they are. They can be the nicest, smartest, calmest, most kind person in the world. Anger is all the same. It’s an animal in a cage inside us, being poked over and over again until finally… the beast inside snaps. Nothing but carnage is left in the wake.
“No,” I say simply and stand from my chair. “I believe there is a good system right now, Bianchi. I have the North. You have the South. The city runs well like that. There’s no need to join forces when everything is perfect as it is. We’re allies, nothing more.”
“I’ll give you a month to think about it.”
I lift a brow, splaying my hands on the table. “Or what? You can’t possibly think you’d ever be able to overthrow me, Bianchi? You can try, but don’t forget where you come from and who made you.” I turn to Omar, jutting my chin out in a way that tells him it’s time to go. “I’m happy to continue our truce.”
“Five hundred million,” Bianchi panic shouts as I open the door leading out of the conference room.
