“What the hell do you mean you got caught?” Nikki demanded.
“I mean I got caught.”
“You said that already. I mean how. And by who?”
“Whom.”
“Don’t get smart with me, asshole. You’re in some serious s**t, you know this?”
Angelo ran his hand down his long, tired face. This was not how he had imagined his Thursday would go.
First, there was the harrowing wakeup call at the ungodly hour of six A.M. There were rumors of a raid on one of their local store houses, but when Angelo arrived, he was met with nothing but strange looks. After that, there was a follow-up to one of the DeRossi syndicate’s latest gun acquisition. Apparently, some of the weapons were manufactured with shoddy, low-shelf parts, which had Don Luciano foaming at the mouth. Something about not being able to trust black ma
