Page 104 of Mafia Scars

Who could it be?

Who was it?

And… how did they know to go to the library?

How the fuck would they have known that? It was just Dad and me talking that day in the garden when I spoke of the safe. There’d been no one else.

No one saw me when I went to the library. I made sure of it.

I heard shuffling in there as we approached and books being thrown around.

“How the fuck hard can it be to find a case?” came a voice I recognized well.

It couldn’t be.

Luc and I walked into the library and saw not only Jefferson but Holloway inside.

They stopped throwing the books from the shelf and turned to meet our gazes.

“Well, well, I see we just discovered who the rats are,” Luc mused, pointing his gun at them. “Not one, but two of them. Vermin. Fucking vermin.”

My mouth and throat were dry.

Shock flew through me. Shock and surprise, tangled with betrayal. More betrayal. I would never have guessed it was them.

It was fine for Luc. He didn’t know them like I did. I thought they were my friends.

But then I guess I was kidding myself.

I didn’t know them at all.

Jefferson and Holloway, my God.

They were my enemies.

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