“A fight broke out in the lunch room. Made it look like he was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Got caught in the crossfire, so to speak. There won’t be any questions.”
Hearing that, I breathe easier. Until Massimo adds, “You owe me for this.”
These pushy Italian fuckers. Always asking for more.
But I expected this. A deal as complicated as this one is never straightforward.
“I’m opening up the ports for you, remember? You can take up trade again, get the money flowing, when all the other families are still locked down. That was the deal. We’re square.”
His laugh is short and hard. “No. Knocking off the boss of a family is too big to make us even. And you know all it would take is for me to leak word of this and you’d be fucked.”
“No one would believe you, Massimo. You’re a path
