Dark Captor (Dark Syndicate 2)

“Yes. I’m serious as fuck. There are many powerful men in our circle. Many.

And I’m not thinking six families either like before. I’m thinking of whoever I trust most. I’ve already broken the idea to Claudius Morientz and Vincent Giordano. They’re thinking about it.”

I actually get goosebumps at the mention of those names. Those are two powerful bosses from Chicago who are also friends.

“You really did that Massimo?” I have to ask.

“I did. I’ve been thinking about it for a while and that’s the conclusion I’ve come to. I can’t imagine them saying no to this opportunity, but they won’t join us in shit, not when they don’t need to. I need all the secrets to reveal themselves and to find out what the fuck happened. I’m holding a meeting tomorrow evening. Before I venture to reform the Syndicate I’m going to pick out the devils. This meeting will be the first of that kind. I think it’s time to talk to the Mazzones.”

Spoken like a true leader.

I nod and accept what he’s saying. Dominic does too.

“What do you need us to do?” I ask.

“Well. With this new plan in the works it would be good if you guys could come over for the day, just for the meeting. I need you to be my eyes and ears.”

That’s doable. I think it would be okay to leave the island for the day and come back the following day.

“I think that would be okay. Dominic what about you?” I ask.

“Yes,” he answers but he’s not looking at me. He’s looking at Massimo. “It might be a good idea too, since I can get some of the gadgets I’ll need.”

“Great. Okay. I’ll need you both at D’Agostinos by two.”

“We’ll fly out first thing,” I say.

“Perfect. See you then guys.” He nods his head and looks at both of us.

The look he gives me though holds worry for Dominic. He can see too that Dominic was different.

The call cuts and Massimo’s image disappears from my view. Dominic gets up ready to leave and I watch him really wondering if he’s gonna just leave like that.

I wait for him to walk out before I follow and gear myself up for another argument when I call after him.

At least he stops at the base of the stairs and looks back at me.

“What? What do you want?” he asks.

“Dominic, is this how we’re really going to be? What the hell happened the other night?”

“You tell me brother.”

“You pulled your gun on me,” I point out.

“You pulled yours on me too.”

“You fucking know why I did.” No way am I going to stand here and allow him to make me feel guilty when he must remember it was he who reached for his gun first, not me. There’s no way in fuck I’d think to do a thing like that if I wasn’t protecting myself first. That’s the only way. “This isn’t us. It’s not you and me. We’re not the brothers who do this.”

“Stop it, fucking stop it. Don’t act like you’re there for me. Don’t,” he says shaking his head. I’m shocked to hear this because as far as I’m concerned I was there. I’ve always been there for him whenever he needed me.

“What are you talking about?”

“Tristan… I have too much shit on my head to argue with you now. I can’t do it. Right now I have to do the things I’m needed for and make miracles happen. No one will have a hopes chance in hell if I don’t come up with a solution.”

“Yeah, you’re right about that. We don’t have a chance without you. But finding out what’s up your ass is more important to me now than anything else. What’s going on Dominic, what do you mean I wasn’t there for you?”

He grits his teeth, looks at me long and hard then presses his lips together .