I’ve always been paranoid. I guess when you have a father who deals with mob thugs disguised in BOSS Black suits for a living, you learn to watch your back, no matter how many dipshits tell you you’re a rising star in the organization. Someone is always jealous, or plotting, or just simply taking an order.
It’s never personal.
It’s always only business.
And with my dad at the helm, ready to implement his own plans for expanding the organization, they’ll come for me first. I’ll be their first attempt at sending a message. Thank fuck they didn’t go near my mother or Lily. But that doesn’t mean they’re safe, either.
In Tony Oriani’s eyes, my dad has cost him a shit ton of cash, and his objective is to make it, not watch it spiral down the toilet. And now he needs a new way to maintain his relevance in the organization since Grandpa won’t be around to protect him. Then there’s his long-lost pal Cappodamo who has a bone to pick with us. Who the hell even knows who’s on my tail right now? Enemies. They’re fucking everywhere.
The pain slices through me like a dagger shredding my insides. I definitely need a doctor. I unbuckle my belt and try to open the door, but it’s stuck, and if I press my weight against it to open it, I might put myself into traction.
I squint at the flashing lights coming up behind me. A car pulls off the side of the road, the high beams still blinding me. Doors slam, and my chest tightens. For a few seconds, I think I’m about to get my ass whacked, until I hear a high-pitched voice from outside. Shaye?