Grayson
I’ve been driving myself crazy trying to locate Frank ever since Wyatt gave me the footage of him hopping a train. All I have to do is figure out the routes from that day and figure out where he went from there. Pushing back from my desk, I stand and decide to head to the Santoro building to make sure everything is straightened out the way Nico says it is. I trust my cousin, but he’s been out of the game for a few years to focus on his wife and kids. I envy him, truthfully. The thought of settling down and having a family didn’t exactly cross my mind until Rowan came along. I just need to give her a little time to realize that we want the same thing. If she doesn’t, I may have to force her hand. Then she’ll see things my way.
I head up the stairs inside the Santoro building to clear some files in the tech room when I stop dead in my tracks at the top of the stairs. It can’t be— I’m seeing a fucking ghost.
“My boy.” Luciano says with a crooked smile .
I try to find my words as I stare at him, but I can’t force out everything I want to say. “What the fuck. You’re–”
“Alive, stronza.” He laughs. I run over to him, hugging him.
“Why the fuck is your hair blonde, bro?” I laugh.
“Didn’t want anyone to identify me, I’ve been laying low.”
I scoff. “You have face tattoos my boy, I recognized you right away.”
We laugh for a moment and I feel a weight lift off my chest seeing my brother alive.
“I got a lot of questions, bro so you have to just– explain.”
“I faked my death, homie.” He lets out a nonchalant laugh. “Nah, I knew I couldn’t take Conejo by myself and I figured if I pretended to be dead, he’d toss me into Lake Michigan– and he did. Dumb motherfucker didn’t even tie the cinder blocks to me, he just tied them around the tarp he wrapped me in. Anyway, I found out Austin’s bitch ass is a rat.”
“I know, believe me I’m already handling that.” I say, shaking my head .
Luciano’s mouth quirks into a half smile. “It’s handled. He’s dead and from what I hear, Conejo died of a heart attack in Sicily.”
I look at him with a sly smile. “No one can touch the Santoro brothers.”
“I knew that was you.” He laughs. “I’ve been monitoring all of their calls and texts with Austin’s equipment. Looks like the only problem we have left is Frank.”
I look at him for a moment and just process everything. My brother is alive .
“I can’t believe you’re really here, bro. Who else knows?” I ask.
“No one–” Before he can finish, Deirdra enters with a grocery bag.
“Oh– .”
I shoot a look at Luciano. “We’ll revisit this conversation later. I’m going to call Ma and Laila, then we’ll work on Frank.”