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had a gun. If the
police wanted to take them, they could always use it.
    “Who fucking cares what
the hat looks like?” Seth snarled and dove under the bed to pull out their
stuff. “Put some shoes on.”
    There was something
about Seth ordering him around that felt completely unnatural, but there was no
use arguing, and Domenico sat down on the bed to pull on the only pair of shoes
he had. They were polished to such perfection it was almost as if he’d just pulled
them out of a box.
    “What do we do? Do you
want to just go out the window? I thought the mafia was after us, not the
police.”
    “We shot people in the
street two days ago,” Seth said, throwing medical supplies into the suitcase
full of money. “I brought you here after you were shot, and someone could have
seen us.” His voice was raspy, but Dom’s mind went a bit blurry when Seth
pulled on a leather jacket so familiar Dom could recall its scent.
    He stared at it,
dumbstruck by the déjà vu. “I need a shirt,” he muttered, looking down at his
naked chest.
    “There’s no time for
this. You shouldn’t have thrown out the one you had.” Seth shoved the elegant
coat at him. “What are you waiting for? We need to go. Deal with your face.
Wear the hat, come on.”
    Domenico cursed beneath
his breath and put on the woolen coat, along with a soft scarf, but it still
felt weird to wear it on bare skin. A bandage and a balaclava later, Domenico
opened the window and looked down the fire escape. The cool air hit him like a
shower of spikes sinking into his skin. At least it was dark outside.
    Seth was right behind
him. “I have a motorcycle in the basement. We’ll pick it up and find somewhere
else to stay.”
    Domenico gasped,
touching the cold metal of the fire escape. Was there more police around? He
couldn’t see anyone. The stairs seemed so long, and the building so high. Was
this the way they got here?
    “Do you need help?” Seth
went out first and held out his hand to Dom.
    Domenico stared at him.
He couldn’t rely on his brother all the time. He was fine. With a low exhale,
he crawled outside and started descending toward the ground. He was careful to
put his feet flat on the floor not to make too much noise. “Where will we go?”
he whispered.
    “I don’t know… But we’ve
got the passports now, you’re up, so let’s just get out of the city and find
someplace secluded.” Seth was right behind him, and there was an unpleasant
familiarity to the metal of the steps under Dom’s feet.
    Last time, he could
hardly walk, his legs were numb, there was blood on the steps. Seth’s back felt
as solid as a rock.
    Domenico stood still,
his hand squeezing the banister hard. He remembered. It was vague, just a
snippet, but it was something he remembered. Blood trailing down his face and
dripping from his chin. Seth carrying him up the neverending stairs.
    “Wait here, I’ll check
if it’s safe,” Seth whispered and pulled down the stairs. Dom waited as he
watched Seth disappear in the darkness of the alleyway. The whisper of the city
was ripe in Dom’s ears as he slowly reached underneath his coat where he could
feel something weighing him down. It was cold and hard, and yet the gun handle
fit into his hand perfectly. How good of a shot was he anyway? What was his
best score?
    When the ladder was
down, he turned around and started a careful climb down. The metal was biting
his fingers with every touch, but he held on, not caring about the ache in his
joints.
    “Come on, come on,” Seth
urged, but then asked again, “Are you all right?” He held out his hands to Dom.
    Domenico sighed. Men
with bodies like his didn’t need help. Each scar was the sign of something he
did on his own, a map of wrong choices, but then again there were only a few.
He put his feet down on the ground, and it felt like being out of the danger
zone. He turned around only to crash into Seth’s chest.
    “Whoa,” Seth grabbed him
under the arms. “Are you