Enzo's expression twisted. "You really are an arrogant bastard."
"I have earned it."
"You think you have what it takes to fight a war on two fronts?" Enzo drawled.
"That's my problem," Massimo said. "Worry about keeping the rest of your family alive. Get your carcass away from my premises." He turned away then.
Marco remained where he was, broad shoulders squared, making sure the Vitales understood to leave quietly. The Genovese men held their positions behind him.
Massimo walked several steps before instinct made him look up. His eyes caught Carol. She stood on the top-floor balcony overlooking the courtyard, one hand gripping the railing,. Her face was pale with anger and fear. "Ah fuck!" he sighed and started to walk back in. He was going to have it, he really was going to have it.
He hadn't even gotten to the steps yet when Carol appeared on the landing. Massimo stopped at the foot of the stairs and looked up at her.
