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Deal with the Devil

Tommaso

I crossed my arms and leaned against the wall of the warehouse. “Where the fuck is he?”

“Late.” Stan shook his head.

“We should take him out for being a bad operator, if nothing else.” Carp kicked a rock between two of his feet. “It’s been a fucking hour.”

Headlights cut through the darkness, and a car pulled up with a spray of gravel. A slim man climbed out but left it running. “Conti?”

I stepped forward with my hand out to shake. “Dan. Than—”

Another man climbed out of the car and marched over to me, then began patting me down without a word.

“Gun,” the man grunted.

Dan eyed me. “Leave it. For now.”

“Good to meet you, too,” I muttered as his bruiser stepped aside. “If weapons are allowed, what are you looking for?”

“Wires.” Dan crossed his arms. “I’ve heard Italians are rats.”

I gritted my teeth. “Not this Italian.”

His bruiser patted down the rest of my men, and when they passed, Dan finally let us inside. When he opened the door, BO and the reek of human waste wafted out.
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