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or
Frano.”
    “ Oh, brother, I most certainly will, then I will dance in their blood
under the moonlight.”
    “ You’re sick,” the Padre said.
    “ That’s a joke coming from
you.”
    “ I don’t murder people for
pleasure; I only clean up your messes.”
    Christo smiled, the glint in
his eye wicked. “You have drowned people.”
    “ As I said, I clean up
your messes.”
    “ Well, I’ll let you clean
up the floor after I have my blood shower.”
    The Padre shook his head. “I love you, but you are
truly evil. You need to start repenting before it’s too
late.”
    “ I will only repent when I’m
burning in the fires of Hell in a few months.”
    “ What do you mean in a few
months?”
    “ I’m dying of
cancer.”
    The Padre shook his head, his face
devastated.
    Christo smiled
wide . “No
need to be sad, brother, because I’m extremely happy. It means I
can do all the things I wanted without repercussions.”
    “ What things?”
    “ I’m going to slaughter all
the mafioso on this island.”
    “ What?!”
    “ Except for our famiglia , of course . ”
    “ You’re crazy!”
    “ Maybe, but I will get my dying
wish, I promise you that.”
     

 
     
    3
    FRANO
    7 years earlier
    “ This is
Sophia ,”
Jagger said.
    I smiled at Jagger’s girlfriend. She was
a pretty young thing. No, that was an understatement; she was
stunning. Her long red-brown hair framed a face that men would kill
for, and her pretty bow mouth just begged to be plundered. I stared
at it, wanting to do just that.
    A hand thr ust out at me, breaking my
fixation on her lips. I focused on her delicate fingers, noticing
that the pink nail polish matched her dress perfectly. I looked up
at the girl’s maple-colored eyes. She was blushing furiously. She
retracted her hand, probably assuming I had rejected it. I took a
hold of it and kissed it, making the girl’s complexion even rosier.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Sophia,” I said, letting
go.
    “ Likewise, Frano,” she replied,
dropping her gaze. I had never seen anyone so lovely, her shyness
refreshing. All I had known were women who flung themselves at me
or the puttane my father gave me to fuck.
    Jagger coughed. I shifted my
attention to him. He was looking at me with a mixture of anger and
worry. Obviously he felt threatened, which I couldn’t blame him
for, because his girl was looking at me with far too much interest.
But the fact she was a girl meant he had nothing to worry about. I
was twenty-four and she was probably sixteen like Jagger, which was
far too young for me—no matter how enchanting she was.
    “ How old are you?” I asked
her.
    “ Seventeen.”
    I smiled at Jagger.
“ An older
woman. I’m impressed.”
    Jagger straightened, looking proud of
himself.
    I indicated to the other side
of the room. “ Mi scusi , I need to see my father, so I will take my
leave.”
    He nodded , the relief in his hazel eyes
making me feel pity for him. It appeared that the girl preferred
men over boys, and Jagger was far from a man. He was painfully
skinny and his face was rather feminine-looking. I had actually
thought he was gay, but with Sophia here, it looked like I was
wrong.
    Alberto called out to
me. My
attention shifted to him as he entered the lounge, holding his arms
out wide, ready to embrace me. I had just returned home from
America, my suitcase still at my feet.
    My brother, the big man he
was , bowled
into me, giving me a bear hug. He pulled back. “I thought your
plane was arriving later. I was planning on picking you up from the
airport.”
    “ I decided to take an
earlier flight.”
    “ Well, it’s so good to see you,
Frano. I missed you.”
    “ I missed you too, Alberto, and
it looks like a lot has happened since I’ve been away.” I indicated
to Sophia. “Jagger has finally found a woman. So, how is your luck
going with the fairer sex?”
    Alberto flicked a glance at Jagger, then
looked back at me. “I have a few women on the go.”
    “ Good man,