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Tax evasion--Vincent admired how Salvatore made manipulation an art
A throat cleared behind hi out at the water as Sal approached "Motion sickness?"
Vincent wished that were his proble the view"
"It’s nice out here, isn’t it? Peaceful"
He nodded Peace wasn’t so he experienced often, and now that he’d been interrupted, he’d lost it again
Sal clasped hiet this over and get back to land"
Vincent begrudgingly followed Sal, seeing twoon a black leather couch as soon as he stepped into the yacht One he ell acquainted with--his brother-in-law, Corrado Corrado was avolumes Mezza parola, they called it Half word He could hold an entire conversation with nothing more than a nod of his head
A few years older than Vincent, Corrado’s thick, dark hair showed no sign of gray, a slight curl to it that gave hihtly tanned, and statuesque Women tended to find him attractive, but he’d never shown interest in any except Celia Corrado’s mind was always on business
Fae It , but the boy beside hih to learn that
The boy fidgeted, jittery The doctor in Vincent surht, but meth wouldn’t surprise hi anys for us for how long now?"
"A year" Excitement radiated from his words, pride for the work he’d done He wasn’t otten involved theTurks
"A year," Salvatore repeated "From what your Capo says, you’ve pulled in quite a bit ofthe streets"
"Yeah, man Just doin’ my part, ya know? Gotta make that paper"
Frori about more responsibility," Salvatore said "You think you have what it takes?"
"Hell yeah," the boy said "I’ve been ready since I was born"
Salvatore pulled out a bottle of scotch, pouring four glasses Vincent stood back, swirling his in the glass and listening as the boy bragged about the jobs he’d done Hijackings and robberies, shakedowns and gambles, but never once did he s," Vincent interrupted, tired of the charade "You forgot about the drugs"
The boy blanched Even working at such low ranks, he knew Cosa Nostra’s policy: Don’t get caught with drugs Ever "What drugs?"
"The ones you’ve been selling out of your house," Vincent said "We have an insider who says the police caught wind of the location"
"I, uhI haven’t"
He didn’t have time to come up with an excuse Corrado reached into his suit coat and pulled out his gun, pointing it at the back of the boy’s head Vincent looked away as Corrado pulled the trigger, the silencer h his skull The rooun to his coat, Sal continuing to drink his scotch like it hadn’t happened Sickness stirred within Vincent the mo from the room, he ran to the deck and threw up over the side of the yacht
Sal joined hihed "Motion sickness got ed the body up on deck, wrapping it in a tarp and chains before tossing it overboard Vincent watched as the boy sank, disappearing into the blackness of the water
Make that five people on the bottom of the lake
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Haven’s head brutally thu Saturday One, two, three seconds passed before sickness rushed through her like a waterfall Ju up, she ran for the bathroom and collapsed in front of the toilet just in tiet back to her feet Clothes wrinkled and hair disheveled, sheface-to-face on the second floor with Carirl ildly colored hair
She’d seen Carmine a few ti, his expression curious as he gazed at her The attention caused her chest to sith that unknown sensation, one she was still too afraid to confront or na from them before they could speak, she alht for the kitchen She tried to cal heart as she washed a few dishes, but an unexpected voice frolass she was holding slipped fro the floor with a clank but thankfully not breaking "Uh, hello"
Dia raised her eyebrows "Are you okay?"
Haven stared at her Of course she wasn’t okay She was alone andher mama, so confused and emotionally spent that she didn’t knohich as up any to be sick again
"I’ away She took a few deep breaths, woozy, and headed for the stairs without another word Breathing heavily, she had to pause when she reached the top of the staircase Her vision blurred, her chest burning as she lost her breath Everything grew hazy as her legs gave out