Miles Away (Carrion #1)(20)
Jesus Christ, this kid is like a friggin’ psychiatrist.
“You know I got arrested right after Mom died, right?” Miles asked, not giving him any hints.
I wanted him to figure out this shit on his own.
“So wait… are you saying that Mom’s death had something to do with this?”
“All I’m saying is… When it comes to real family… blood… and the Capadonno family at large, the crime family always wins. I chose Mom. Knox chose them. Now who’s the f*cking weasel?”
“Knox didn’t go to Mom’s side?”
“No. Neither did Dad. Sasha was too busy getting high with her douche nozzle boyfriend behind St. Laurentius’s church. Rainey, Dustin and you were only kids then. Our mother was a f*cking saint and there was no way I was leaving her side to run favors for Uncle Sonny…”
“Who set you up?”
Miles laughed darkly as the faces of the men flashed in his mind.
“You’ll find out soon enough.”
Finally feeling calm enough to drive again, Miles hit the gas pedal and worked Corina up to eighty miles per hour down the Turnpike.
“So kid, you never answered my question…” Miles pushed.
“I know I didn’t.”
“I’m not going to reveal you. I’m no rat.”
“Well, obviously Uncle Sonny is unfit to lead, so there’s an acting boss.”
“Is it Knox?”
“No.”
“Uncle Frenchie?”
“God, no, that dude weighs like six hundred pounds now.”
“Damn!”
“Real roly poly motherf*cker…”
“That’s f*cked up, dude,” Miles said with a laugh. “Fat shaming your uncle.”
“My bad…”
“That would be like us calling you pale face,” Miles said with a smile on his face. He could feel the weight of Landon’s stare. “What? We all got a little Irish in us… you have the fair complexion and light eyes. I have the fortitude to drink myself sober. Get over it.”
“Seriously? Sober?”
Miles nodded.
It only happened once, but it’s legit, God damn it.
“Now stop skirting my question…” Miles barked, becoming annoyed that Landon had still not told him who the acting Boss was.
Landon let out a sharp breath as his brow furrowed. For the first time today, Landon genuinely looked stressed out. Seeing that he was not getting anywhere, Miles began to think out loud again, “Who else could it be. Doubt it’s Dustin. He’s too damn mouthy for that shit. It’s definitely not you… you’re still wet behind the friggin’ ears… and Dad, he’s dying…”
Landon looked over at me when I talked about our father.
“Shut the f*ck up…” Miles said as a look of shock crosses his face. “The Butcher? They made the Butcher acting Boss?”
Landon didn’t reply and just looked out his window.
Miles’s heart stalled as he considered the news he was given. His mouth gaped open in shock.
What the f*ck were they thinking? I thought the Capadonnos were keeping a low profile in light of the criminal charges coming down on Uncle Leon? Apparently not. The news has been speculating whether an acting boss had been named. I had wondered the very same thing. It was worse than I expected. Much worse. There’s no way in f*cking hell that I am staying at that house for more than idle chit chat. Fuck that.
“This is going to turn into a blood bath.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
LETTY DIDN’T MOVE FROM the edge of Michael’s bed for a full forty minutes. Shock swirled through her body as she tried to keep herself from launching out the dining room window, head first. Although her instincts were telling her to run, she knew that would be the death of her. It’s dangerous enough knowing too much about the Capadonnos. It was certain death to run.
The gentle swish of a mop pushing a pungent combination of ammonia, Clorox and blood across the cream marble floor of the foyer was the only sound that Letty could hear. Raine hadn’t re-emerged from her bedroom since Michael’s rampage. Her terrible heaves had echoed through the massive house for over twenty minutes, but when a series of hard knocks fell upon the front door of the Capadonno residence, the house had become eerily quiet.
When Dustin Capadonno, Dante Sabotino and Vinnie “The Fish” Moretta walked through the front door, Letty felt as if her heart had stopped. Dustin was the third born son of Michael and Andie Capadonno, and Michael’s driver. Dustin wasn’t a foot soldier. He never wanted to get involved… but somewhere along the line, Michael had hooked him into the lifestyle. Dustin was a strong man with solid street smarts and he was a good man to have on your side in a pinch. At age twenty-seven, he was ready to forge a path of his own, and break free of his family’s shadow.
Meanwhile, Dante and Vinnie “The Fish” weren’t the toughest guys on the Capadonno payroll, but they certainly had a reputation that was well known throughout Carrion. They were known as the Eliminators. When a made man created a mess, the Eliminators came in and cleaned it up. They were foot soldiers with a proclivity for bloodshed and they weren’t afraid to get their hands dirty. In fact, they looked forward to it.