Fifty-five: Cesare Luna

Fifty-five:

Cesare Luna

I made the call I didn’t want to make. My family was planning my funeral, and I went to the New York state prison. I waited outside and a pair of guards brought out my uncle. He was almost an exact replica of my father. It was strange, like watching a clone come out.

Marco, who had come with me, shivered a bit. “Why the fuck are we getting the worst man in the mob out of prison?”

“Because, he knows where Emmilia’s mother is. And Emmilia’s mother is the one woman who is part of a family that is powerful enough that they can help take on my brother.”

“Why haven’t you just asked me?” Marco said.

“Are you really going to tell me where she is?”

Marco shook his head. “No, because I’m more scared of her and her family then I am of you.”

“See? That’s why I need the evil bastard. So that we can find her and help Emmilia. We haven’t been able to find The Fixer, and this is our last resort. Also, I’m starting