Chapter 12

M Dante aximo frowns as he reads whatever message just came through on his cell. “Something wrong?” I ask him. “The guy from the other night, the one who shot Mitch?” “Yeah?” “Died about a half hour ago.” “Fuck,” I sigh, running a hand through my hair. That guy was the last one breathing from the situation three nights ago. We were at a dinner an old friend of ours was hosting for his girlfriend’s birthday, when three guys showed up out of nowhere and started shooting. There were so many families there, no one has any idea who the intended target was and the three men involved were taken down before they could do any lasting damage. But our best lead just went and died. To make things worse, my father was there too, and after the Kat situation, the last thing I need is him breathing down my neck to find out who was behind this. I have bigger issues to deal with right now. “The kid who died, he was Italian, right?” Maximo nods. “Then it has to be a power grab. Someone must know somethin