Nodding, Ivan continued to walk off. “That’s why you called Ripa, huh?”
“Yeah. Family first, right?”
About an hour later, Ripa showed up, and Igor filled him in on the full details of the situation. Again, there were a few moments of tears and vengefully spiteful remarks. Ripa had been like a brother to them ever since his own family had passed.
A quick learner, he had excelled at even the most complex mechanical work that they handled in the shop. The three of them had grown close over the years. He was, for all purposes, their third brother and son to their father. The grief and hatred weighing on the three gained intensity as they began their work.
Hours passed as they worked tirelessly, preparing the last few trucks. Gregorio was the head of the mafia. He and the brothers’ father h
