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Especially Nico. He keeps shit pretty close to the vest unless he absolutely needs to let people in on it. He’s gotten fucked in the past for letting too many people in on things, and now he protects his information like it’s his kid.
He doesn’t take chances. Not anymore.
It’s not worth the risks.
I know he probably thinks I’m overreacting. It wouldn’t be the first time, either. But this isn’t about me rescuing my reputation and showing those assholes in the family that I can do more than beat the shit out of people. This is about a nagging feeling I have in my gut that will not go away…the kind that tells me there is trouble ahead for us. Mikey pretty much confirmed that on Thanksgiving. He grabbed Layla to tell us he can get in close when he wants to. But since I have nothing but a prick contractor as evidence of a problem, nobody wants to hear about it.
The other nagging feeling, the one I continue failing to report to Nico, is the one about my father.
He’s here and then he’s not.
And he was the first person to blow off my suspicion about Moretti being on the take for someone else.
Clue number one that I’m on to something big. I may not have the business sense that Nico does, but I can see shady shit pretty damn clearly when it’s happening in front of my face.
And when I figure it out…because I fucking will…I have no idea how the hell I’m gonna fix it.
And the voice inside of my head picks that moment to speak up.
You know exactly how to fix it.
You just don’t want to be the one to pull the trigger.