Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 77824 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77824 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Answering Elio’s call, I say, “What did you find out?”
“I’m on my way to the warehouse. Wait there for me.”
When I head down the steps to the lower level, I see Joe talking with Carlo.
I don’t believe in killing the messenger, especially if he can lead me to the person or group responsible. But the second I get all the information from Joe, he’s dead for the part he played in Giulio’s death.
As I wait for Elio, the entire morning replays in my mind, and I’m hit with blow after blow of debilitating grief.
He’s gone.
Giulio’s gone.
“Fuck,” I hiss from the sharp pain tearing through me.
I hear the roar of an engine, and my eyes flick to where the mobile surgical unit is brought into the far side of the warehouse.
A moment later, Elio comes rushing toward me, and I forcefully shove the grief back. When he nods in the direction of the office, I follow him, and after shutting the door, he pulls his phone out of his pocket.
“Give me a second. I can’t remember half the shit Bianca found out.”
As I cross my arms over my chest, he comes to stand next to me so I can see the screen of his phone, and I see a medical chart.
“So the kidney went to a woman named Skylar Davies,” Elio says. “Her father, Harlan Davies, has been paying the hospital bills, which are staggering. The man must be loaded. Dr. Bentall performed the surgery. I have men keeping an eye on all of them.”
Elio opens Google, and typing in Harlan Davies, article after article pops up. He’s big in the financial sector and on the list of wealthiest people in New York.
“Davies lost his wife in a car accident, and the daughter suffered damage to her kidneys in the same accident. She was out of time, hence Harlan buying a kidney on the black market.”
My eyes flick to Elio’s. “Why Giulio?”
“Giulio and Skylar Davies are both O-negative.” He gives me a questioning look. “Did Giulio ever donate blood? Bianca thinks they could’ve gotten his information from a blood bank and matched him with Skylar Davies.”
“Yeah. He used to date a girl who worked at the local blood bank. He did it to impress her.”
I almost chuckle, but then the realization that Giulio’s dead washes over me again.
“I suggest we grab Harlan and the doctor and find out who they bought the kidney from because looking into the blood bank to see who’s selling information is like looking for a needle in a haystack,” Elio mentions.
My little brother was fucking killed and his organs harvested because of his blood type.
Giulio was meant for greater things than that.
Walking to the couch, I slump down on it and rub my palms over my face.
The grief is downright unbearable and so fucking raw it’s oozing pain.
“What do you want to do?” Elio asks.
Knowing I can be honest with my right-hand man, I mutter, “I don’t know. I can’t think right now.” I rub a hand over my chest as if it will soothe my heart. Lowering my head, I close my eyes. “Giulio’s gone.” My voice becomes hoarse from all the pain. “He’s dead.”
Elio takes a seat next to me and places his hand on my shoulder. “We all feel the loss. I’m going to miss the sound of his laughter.”
Nodding, I struggle to cling to my composure.
Giulio is dead, and I don’t have time to mourn him. I have to follow every lead while it’s hot.
I have to get up and be the fucking head of the Torrisi family people fear.
Once everyone involved is dead, I can be Giulio’s brother and grieve my loss.
Taking a deep breath, I lift my head and say, “Organize the funeral and get men to sniff around the hospitals and blood banks for information. Don’t spook Davies or the doctor, and let the men continue watching them until I decide what to do. I don’t want word getting out that I’m looking for the fuckers who are trafficking organs in my city.”
When I stand up, Elio asks, “What are you going to do?”
“I’m going to the hospital.”
Chapter 5
Renzo
For the past couple of hours, I’ve been watching Harlan Davies.
The man is in his mid-fifties and looks like any other wealthy man in New York.
But he isn’t just any other man. He’s the fucker who paid for Giulio’s kidney.
My phone rings for the hundredth time, but again, I ignore it.
After Harlan buys something to eat in the cafeteria, he takes a seat at one of the open tables.
Figuring he’ll be here for at least fifteen minutes, I turn around and head to the hospital room Davies’ daughter is in.
Unlike Angelo, Franco, and Dario, I don’t have a problem with killing a woman. But I’m not as bad as Damiano, who won’t hesitate to wipe out an entire family.