Fifty-seven: Cesare Luna

Fifty-seven:

Cesare Luna

“Pull over!” I demanded.

Marco looked at me. “We’ve got to get to Las Vegas. We’re on a time crunch.”

“Pull the fuck over!” I demanded.

My uncle had told me the last thing that I wanted to hear. “Get out!” I shouted to my uncle. He got out and I did too. I took my gun out of the back of my pants and pointed it it at him.

Uncle Augustus laughed. “Are you going to shoot an unarmed man?”

“Why not?” I said. “It’s exactly the kind of thing that you would do.”

“Ah, but you pride yourself on not being like me. You’re the next generation. You always told your mother that you were going to be better than me. You wouldn’t want to fail your mother, would you? Although, you’ve already failed because you fell for the daughter of the whore that ruined your parent’s marriage.”

I thought of Emmilia. I hadn’t noticed that there was a resemblance between her and Maria. But I did re