Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 90642 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90642 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
“Normally, I’d have to bag you and drive around in circles for a while, but Mr. Santoro decided to make this easy on you.” Luca Moretti pulls out and starts driving north.
Neighborhoods flash by and nobody speaks. The thug to my right looks bored as he watches the buildings filter past. I’m trying to keep track of where we’re going and only realize it’s useless when we pull into the parking lot of the Target down near Hyde Park. It’s a nice neighborhood and the bougie stay-at-home moms are crowded into the place, but we manage to find a spot at the far end next to a very nice Lincoln. Luca kills the engine and gestures for me to get out.
“Where is he?” I ask.
“Next car over. Don’t be fucking stupid.” He turns away, already taking out his phone.
I push open the door and get out. My heart’s racing, but it’s good that we’re in such a public spot. There are a lot of people around right now and there are too many security cameras for Santoro to straight-out murder me.
The Lincoln smells like mint and cologne. Luciano Santoro is sitting on the far left side behind the driver, an older Italian man with graying hair and a sharp smile. He’s got on a good suit, wide lapels, gold cufflinks, and a tie that looks designer. The men up front both have guns in their laps.
“Hello, Mr. Quinn,” Santoro says as I settle in beside him.
“Mr. Santoro. Thank you for seeing me.”
“I understand this was last minute and these aren’t the most ideal circumstances, but you understand the paranoia.”
I do and he’s right to feel that way. If he had given me more time, I might’ve come up with a plan to fuck him, or at least I would’ve tried.
“Of course. My wife’s family wouldn’t be happy if they knew we were having this meeting.”
Santoro’s lips press together. He’s an average-looking guy, the sort of older Italian man I would never look twice at if I passed him in the street, and yet I can tell there’s something sharp in that head of his. It’s in the way he doesn’t react right away like he’s taking what I say, processing it, and thinking before he opens his mouth. That’s the mark of a really clever man.
“How is little Elena? I suppose she’s not little anymore. I remember when she was growing up, that girl was a firecracker. Her father loved her.”
“She’s fine,” I tell him. “I’m not interested in her history.”
“No? Things aren’t good with the new wife?” His eyebrows raise.
I have to be careful here. I take a deep breath and blow it out. “She was a means to an end. That’s all she’ll ever be.”
He tilts his head, considering. “You don’t care about her?”
“I like her,” I admit and try to keep my breathing and my heartrate under control. “She’s smart and she’s beautiful. But I’m after something more than a wife.”
“What can I do for you then, Mr. Quinn?”
Everything hinges on this moment. If I overplay, Santoro will leave this meeting and I’ll never hear from him again, but if I don’t try to sell myself a little bit then all of this will have been for nothing.
“I know about your feud with Alessandro Bianco. I believe I can give him to you.”
Santoro’s eyebrows raise. “And why would you do that?”
“Because once Alessandro is dead, you’ll cede territory to my family. You’ll make it look like we took it in the war, but we’ll both know better. And my wife and her brothers will never find out that it was me who sold out their father.”
He’s quiet for a long moment. I expected him to be skeptical, but he looks almost sad, and I don’t know how to read that. He sighs and leans his head back, staring up at the roof of the car.
“I’ve made many mistakes over the years,” he says very softly. “But being with Alessandro was never one of them. We had good times together, he and I, and I often wish things weren’t like this.”
Strange, coming from this man, since he was the one who turned his back on the Bianco Famiglia and kidnapped their son. But I keep that to myself.
“If you can actually bring me Alessandro, I’ll give you the territory you want, and we’ll create a very lucrative partnership.” He looks at me, and I finally see what he’s been hiding. There’s a snake inside of him, a cold-blooded reptile willing to do anything to get what he wants, and I think all he wants is the utter destruction of the Biancos. For what reason, I can’t guess, but it doesn’t matter to me.
“My involvement with you has to remain a secret. If Simon or Davide finds out what I’m doing—”