Epilogue
EPILOGUE
EMILIANO
I ’ve called for a meeting to talk about what will take place with the Outfit after the crashed wedding. Even though it has been a couple of weeks, the Outfit has yet to declare an all-out war for the death of their Capo and the breaching of their territory.
“Everyone, down to the fucking basement, now!”
All my men scurry down to make their way downstairs, but of course, some little shit has to disobey me. And I’m not surprised to see that it is Vincent Colombo’s spawn. I don’t have the time of day for his dumb fuck of a dad, and I sure as fuck don’t have the time of day for dumb fuck junior.
“Vince,” Romiro calls him over, and he walks over with a solemn look.
“I suppose there’s a reason as to why you thought it was a good idea to disrespect the Capo?” Romiro continues once he’s stood in front of us.
“I mean no disrespect to the boss's orders. There is something that cannot wait until the end,” he explains, and I narrow my eyes as I watch him. He’s fidgety, his legs shuffling, as if he can’t seem to stand without feeling the need to move. His eyes are frantically darting around the place, like he’s expecting something or someone. To do what? I don’t fucking know, but if my gut is right, I won’t like any of it.
“Spit it out, Colombo,” I demand.
He bristles before he whispers. “My uncles are preparing a coup to overthrow you.”
My hand snakes out and grasps his neck, his feet dangling as I pull him up directly in my face. His hands clasp over mine as he tries to pry them, and his legs flail a little as he continues to struggle. Even with his nails digging into my hand, I don’t budge.
“What the fuck do you mean by your uncles are planning a coup?” I growl.
His eyes bug out of their sockets, and I loosen my grip a little.
“I swear, I came to you as soon as I found out. They want to get rid of you and replace you with someone else,” he chokes out. I search his face for any signs of deception, appeased when I find none. ?
I drop my hand from his neck, and Vince stumbles to the floor.
“You didn’t tell me shit, and if I find out that you ran your mouth to anyone else, I’ll start with your tongue. Come by my office after the meeting,” I order him as Romiro and I make our way toward the spiral staircase.
Bring it on, fuckers. We’re only going to have a field day with them. I give Romiro a twisted smile as we trod down the stairs. Game time.
The End