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straight for the prize. Oh, I didn’t want to fuck him, I
just wanted to use him as a hostage to get to Frano and
Jagger.
    I slipped back through the trees,
heading for the car. I got into the driver’s side and dumped my
T-shirt on the Padre’s feet, annoyed that he was now in the front passenger
seat.
    “ Did it go well?” he asked, his
eyes instantly going to my bare torso.
    I grimaced, not appreciating his stare. “I
think I’ve found a way to get to Mini-Jagger.”
    “ Mini Jagger?”
    “ Thierry.”
    “ Who’s
Thierry?”
    I frowned. “Haven’t you met Jagger’s
younger brother?”
    He shook his head.
    “ He was at the D’Angelo house
when we took over.”
    “ I didn’t see him, I was preoccupied
with Jagger.”
    “ I’m sure you
were.”
    “ I was, so who is this
Thierry?”
    “ Jagger’s half-brother, and a
little wimp. He’s eighteen and looks very similar to
him.”
    The priest sat up straighter.
“Really?”
    “ Yes, you pervert, really . Does that interest you?”
    He nodded. “I would like to meet
him.”
    “ You will if things go to plan,
though, if you want to show Thierry the light, you will play it my
way.” I turned to the wheel and started the engine, hoping tonight
worked out, because if it did, it just meant I was one step closer
to bringing the D’Angelos down.
     

 
    3
    Frano
    I got out of the car and headed
inside my
house, ignoring Mario’s call. I had planned on bringing Thierry
home today, something I couldn’t do after the shooting. He was
better off staying with the Landi, while I was better off staying
away from everyone. I headed up the main staircase, needing to get
out of this death suit. I opened my bedroom door and closed it
behind me, slipping off my jacket and undoing my tie. I quickly
undressed and headed into the shower, washing off the mud that had
gotten into my hair when Mario had knocked me to the ground. Once
done, I got out of the shower and dried myself, then headed for the
phone. I took it to my bed, willing myself to concentrate, because
the phone call I was going to make would start a war.
    I sat down on the mattress and dialed the
Black Russian. I couldn’t stall him any longer. His messages were
irate to say the least, the last one ending with a threat, stating
he would be on the next flight over if I didn’t call him within the
next twenty-four hours. I’d had every intention of calling him a
few nights ago, but with what had happened to Alberto I hadn’t been
in the right frame of mind.
    I dialed his number and placed the phone
to my ear. The Black Russian’s receptionist answered. I told her
who I was, asking for her boss. She put me on hold, and then a few
seconds later the Black Russian’s voice came over the
line.
    “ I don’t like being ignored,
Frano,” he said, the man not wasting time with pleasantries. “I
tend to kill people who ignore me, because those people are usually
hiding something, something that would get them killed
anyway.”
    I bit back a
nast y reply,
his tone angering me. Although right now I didn’t give a shit if he
did show up guns blazing, because I would put the psychotic freak
in his place. No one was going to do what the Donatelli had done to
me— ever again.
    “ I have nothing to hide
from you,” I said.
    “ Then why didn’t you
answer my calls?”
    “ My brother was
murdered.”
    The line went silent, only the man’s
breathing telling me he was still there. “I’m sorry for your loss,”
he finally said. “My condolences to you and your family, and if I
may be of any help, don’t hesitate to ask.”
    “ Thank you, but there’s no need,
since I was the one who killed him.”
    The line went silent again,
then the man resumed talking. “Is this a joke?” he said. “Because I cannot
believe you would do that, Frano. You love your
brother.”
    “ I stabbed him because he
raped and brutalized Jagger.”
    The Black Russian’s breath
hitched, then he started spewing out words in his