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I reached for my machete

“Save your energy for the people who actually ruined our ,” he said coldly

I glared but putto understand this stupidity “These people must truly be stupid They shoot up your house, and they didn’t even use arlass A low-level cartel”

“That’s right, I didn’t tell you,” he htly as ent past another cop

My eyes narrowed “Tell me what?”

“You ht have noticed the uptick in police and security in the city, correct?”

“Yes, I ht have Only a blind moron wouldn’t”

“The day your grandfather caovernor, the mayor, the police commissioner, and the fire chief,” he casually confessed

My eyes widened as I replayed that in my mind

“What the fuck, Ethan?” I hollered at hi I looked back over the city “You can’t take out all the major heads of a state and a city at the saodda to consider it an act of terrorisency order How did I not notice? Goddamn, I took one day off! Please tell me it was all at different locations—”

“No, I hung theo Skyway Toll Bridge”

My ht soulmate But he couldn’t be my Ethan My Ethan was smart And I liked him smart

“When did you become an idiot?”

“They hurt my little brother,” he replied in amusement “If I took the and hid or tried so stupid—”

“You’ve hurt your little brother! You don’t give a fuck! But let’s ignore that, even if you wanted to make a point, a coordinated hit and kill across the state would have been better than hanging then your name under them, too? Or did you just say, sincerely, the mafia as you slip into the 1950s, Al Capone”