The men are standing taller, some of their hands bunched into fists. I can feel the deep hate we all feel for rats and traitors.
“Trust breeds security,” I announce to the whole room, “which means everybody makes money and can care for their families. Once that is gone, we have nothing. I will always reward my men as they deserve. Work hard and you will be wealthy and comfortable. But, betray me …” I take out my pistol, gesturing at Nario, “and you will see for yourself just how far I will go to protect my Family.”
Nario plays the recording. Durante shakes his head, massive chest heaving. The Albino grinds his cigar into the concrete floor. I pace up and down as Santo admits to bugging the cars, laughing about it with the Irishman. Redheaded slut. The eek-eek of me screwing on the silenc
