The f**k?!
I grab his blood-soaked shirtfront and snarl into his face. “Who? Give me his name!”
A choking sound leaves Efisio’s lips. I lean forward, trying to catch the words.
“I wonder”—he pants, his voice barely audible—“what will feel worse: the bullet he’ll put in your head or… his betrayal?”
“Name!” I roar, shaking the son of a b***h.
A small smile forms on Efisio’s lips, and then his eyes roll back. Cursing, I straighten and point my gun between his vacant eyes.
“A man who can make me kneel before him hasn’t yet been born, Efisio,” I bark and pull the trigger.
***
“Peppe, I have to make a detour,” I say into the phone while turning toward the hustle and bustle of Boston’s Back Bay neighborhood. “Make sure the remnants of Efisio’s clan know that their situation has changed an
