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Corrado cut him off "I don’t care He’s made, Carmine You don’t disrespect a man who earned his button"

Those words did nothing to lessen his temper

"It’s time for you to leave," Corrado said "Party’s over"

Car to his uncle as he started walking through the house Corrado clearly planned to stay "How auy as he strolled past, clutching the collar of his shirt to stop hi "Take DeMarco here houy nodded tersely Corrado posed it as a question, but they all kneasn’t open for negotiation "Yes, sir"

"That’s how," Corrado said before disappearing into the den

Car his tie and pushing his sleeves up as he went The guy was fairly young, mid-twenties at most, with bushy eyebrows and short brown hair He wore a pair of baggy jeans and a plain white t-shirt that made Carmine bitter Why had he been forced to put on a suit?

He expected to be led to yet another Mercedes, but was surprised when the guy stopped beside an old gray Impala Carmine eyed it peculiarly "This is yours?"

"Yeah," the guy said, unlocking the doors so they could cli with it?"

"No, I just thought"

"You thought I’d drive one of those?" he asked with a laugh, nodding toward the row of black cars "I wish I could afford one Maybe someday But for now, this baby will do"

"It’s nice," Carer seat The interior was stained and it smelled like a combination of oil and sweat, but he felt more at ease in it than he had in Corrado’s car

Laughter cut through the air, nearly drowned out by the engine roaring to life It ru as it almost cut off "She’s a piece of shit, man, but she’s paid for"

Caruy’s endless chatter filled the car the entire ti--exactly what he needed When Car, he had little tis that kept hiht

It wasn’t until they had pulled onto his street and the car slowed near his house that it struck Caruy directions "How do you knohere I live?"

"You’re shitting ht?" he asked "You’re a DeMarco Your fa British hobo knohere Buckingham Palace is"

Carmine shook his head He should have known "Thanks for the ride"

"Anytime, man I’m Remy, by the way Remy Tarullo"

Carmine opened the car door but froze when that name struck him "Tarullo"

"Yeah, like the pizzeria over on Fifth Avenue"

"Any relation?" Carmine asked

Remy nodded "My pops owns the place"

Carmine’s mouth went dry He suddenly felt like he couldn’t s He hadn’t been there in a long tio around there ree with uess you don’t know Yours is a part of this You don’t have to deal with hi at you like you’re a disappoint a part of this"

Car He knew that feeling well

"Anyway, I’old watch around his wrist "Sorry, man Just a sore spot, especially since what happened to my little brother"

Those words ot all about the boy froot o"

"So he’s ?"

Re that’ll ever be found, if you get what I’"

Gunshots flashed in Car the boy forever infiltrating his mind

"Yeah," Carmine muttered "I knohat you reenthe activity all around her She had just gotten out of her last art class and her final project lay beside her, the canvas carefully wrapped and secured in brown paper

It surprised Haven how therapeutic painting turned out to be, teeks of art doing what three in to touch It opened up a part of her, exposing her nerves for the world to touch Draas technical, the lines and details needing to be precise, but she could let go while painting and pour her e, but she knew others would look at it and see so entirely different

She enjoyed that about art, like it held a hidden code only she had the key to She was telling her story, getting out every gritty detail of her tortured life, but people were none the wiser She could never tell the world, but there was nothing that said she couldn’t show the at

Haven sat there for a while, enjoying the peaceful spring evening, before gathering her things and heading across the street to the apart dusk, and Dia would already be hoo out to commemorate the end of her workshop, but Haven didn’t feelShe felt another void deep inside now that it was over