“I need twenty armed men,” I say the moment he picks up the call. “I’ll meet them in an hour at the gas station near Fitzgerald’s house.”
“They’ll be there.”
“Good.”
“Boss?” he adds. “Are you okay? Stefano called to tell me what happened.”
“Yes,” I answer. “Rocco lost three men. A dozen or so guests are wounded. A few of them seriously. At least two dead.”
“Should I call Ilaria?”
“No. This it too big of a fuckup to be covered up. Somebody’s probably already called 911. I’m leaving. Rocco will have to deal with the authorities. Call Greg. They’re going to need a lawyer here right away, before the police arrive.” I cut the call and turn to Arturo. “Go. I don’t want you here when the authorities show up.”
“You think Rocco can handle this?”
“I don’t give a f**k. He’s disposable. You’re
