The ringing stops, then starts again. I grab the phone to see Donato’s name on the screen. The numbers in the corner show it’s three in the morning.
“What happened?” I ask the moment I take the call.
“I’m at the warehouse. We caught one of the security guards stealing ammunition.”
“So?”
“What do you want me to do with him?”
I squeeze my temples between my thumb and middle finger and shake my head. “Kill him, Donato.”
“Kill? Are you certain?”
Jesus. How the f**k he ended up being a capo, I’ll never understand. I start to tell him to have one of the guys kill the thief then change my mind.
“I’ll be there in an hour,” I say and cut the call.
I need something to shake loose the frustration.
In the shower, as the water pours down on me, I grip my aching c**k and imagine pounding into
