CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Deangelo
Mob Justice
Luca hung up the phone and looked at me.
"They got him," he said. "Timothy Watson. He's in custody."
"Good." I stood up from the chair in Ginny's hospital room. "Let's go."
"Deangelo—"
"Don't." I turned to face him. "Don't tell me to let it go. Don't tell me to let the system handle it. This piece of shit nearly killed her. He doesn't get to sit in a cell and wait for a trial. He doesn't get to plead insanity or get a reduced sentence for good behavior."
Luca studied me for a long moment. Then he nodded. "You're right. Let's go."
We didn't go to the police station. We went to see Sal, who had connections everywhere—including inside the Crescent Falls PD.
"I need a favor," Luca said.
Sal raised an eyebrow. "What kind of favor?"
"The kind that involves a prisoner transfer that doesn't quite make it to its destination."
Sal grinned. "I think I can arrange that."
Twenty-four hours later, Timothy Watson was in the basement of one of our warehouses, zip-tied to a chair.
He wasn't smiling anymore.
"Please," he whimpered as Luca and I walked in. "Please, I didn't mean to—"
"Shut up," Luca said calmly. He pulled out his gun and checked the chamber. "You know who I am?"
"Y-yes. Luca Carmine."
"Good. Then you know what I'm capable of." Luca walked around the chair, his footsteps echoing in the empty space. "The woman you tried to kill? That's my sister."
"I didn't know—"
"I don't care." Luca's voice was cold. "You hurt her. You nearly killed her. And now you're going to pay for that."
I stepped forward, cracking my knuckles. "But first, you're going to suffer."
I won't describe what we did to him. Some things are better left unsaid.
But by the time we were done, Timothy Watson understood exactly what happened to people who hurt our family.
And when Luca finally put a bullet in his head, I felt nothing but satisfaction.
"It's done," Luca said, holstering his gun.
"Good." I looked down at the body. "He deserved worse."
"Maybe. But Ginny's safe now. That's what matters."
We left the warehouse and drove back to the hospital in silence. Sal would handle the cleanup. He always did.
When we got back to Ginny's room, she was still unconscious, still hooked up to machines.
But she was alive. And the man who'd tried to kill her was dead.
Justice had been served.