As I stared at the scene in front of me, I felt almost no emotion.
All my men were dragging bodies into a pile. I pulled a smoke out of my pocket and lifted my bloody hand to my mouth to light it.
Deadleg was over on the dock with Rinaldi’s boy. I hadn’t been over there yet, but I could see Deadleg talking to the kid. I say kid— he was eighteen. In reality, he was the same age as the girl I wanted. Kinda f****d up, really.
Peter was on the phone, making arrangements with my guys I paid off at the shipyard on a regular basis. It was close to midnight now, and we’d have it all cleaned up by morning. The security footage had been destroyed, and the only guards here had been employed by me. It wasn’t the clean up— or getting caught— that I was worried about.
Rinaldi’s corpse was at my
