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“Not a fucking thing.” Nico grunts, storming toward one of the cars parked outside.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” I ask.
Dad lets out a thick cough. “Yeah,” he rasps. “I have to.”
“You really don’t. You can stay right here. I’ll call one of my guys to get you. Go home to Mom and Shaye.”
Dad shakes his head, walking toward the exit. “Let me die with some dignity, Max. I know it’s asking a lot, but it’s what I need. I did this to myself. I started it on my terms. I’m gonna end it that way, too.”
I follow him to my car where Rocco is waiting for us. I help my dad into the backseat and slide into the front seat.
“Are you okay?” He murmurs once I turn on the ignition. “I heard all of that. Not sure why Nico bothered to send us out.”
“Yeah,” I say, swinging around the steering wheel. Nico didn’t want me here for a meeting. He knew my dad would be coming with me, and he wanted to make it clear to him and everyone else in the family that Tony Oriani was finished.
One way or the other.
“The building is on the corner of Sixth and Carney. Deserted street. Commercial area. Perfect for a firefight.” Rocco reads the address from his phone. I know it. I’ve been there plenty of times, beaten up more scumbags than I can count within those dilapidated walls. Left a bunch for dead, if memory serves me correctly.
Today will be no different, except when it’s over, I’ll be walking out of there with one less family member, but instead with a purpose.
And my future.