Chapter 15

Tony sat on the phone in the living room, awaiting for Maria to emerge. How could it take her so long to get ready when she literally had only her handbag and the clothes from yesterday.

“Trig” he sighed tirelessly to the thorn in his side that felt the need to update him on everything. Following the shooting, some of the boys had captured a young man of about 23 years, wielding a gun that was way too fancy to have been purchased on his own dime. He was refusing to talk, even with Tony’s soldiers working him over with their fists on an hourly basis since he was locked into a room at one of their other locations.

“If he won’t talk, then we don’t look for who he works for, we look for who he is. I want to know where his mother lives, I want to know if he has a sibling we can scare him with. Everyone has a weakness, everyone” he muttered, trying not to be too loud with his threatening suggestions whilst Maria was around.

&l