Inferno (Blood for Blood #2) (20 page)

Neither family has been forthcoming with statements. The FBI have pointed to the murder of convicted murderer Rico Falcone at Stateville Correctional Center earlier today as a possible sign of Marino retribution, raising further suspicion that a war is brewing in the criminal underworld.

The Marino crime family, known colloquially as the Black Hand Mob, is among the five largest Mafia families in Chicago. The hostility between the Falcones and the Marinos was famously brought to public attention during the Chicago crime spree of 1987, which was marked by the Falcone murder of Don Vincenzo Marino, boss of the Marino family, and his wife Linda Harris in their family home. Their sons, Vince Jr and Antony, disappeared after the attack. Over the course of the feud, many Falcones and Marinos lost their lives, while just
three arrests were made. The blood war was reignited several years later with the suspected Marino murder of Don Gianluca Falcone outside Northwestern Memorial Hospital. Though recent times have seen a tradition of peace between Chicago’s foremost criminal families, the events of this week point to the resurgence of their violent rivalry.

Sara Marino was the youngest of five children. Her brothers include Marco, Libero and Franco Marino, who is currently serving life in prison for murder. Her sister, Zola Marino, was recently released from prison after serving a six-year sentence for manslaughter. Sara was active on the Eden club scene and had recently deferred a course to study music at the University of Chicago. She did not have a criminal record.

Funeral details have not been released.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

RAGE

T
hose lying bastards
.

I laid the newspaper back on the table. My mother was bustling around behind me. Grease crackled in the frying pan and the kitchen smelt like bacon. I excused myself and went upstairs two steps at a time. I locked myself in the bathroom and threw up.

I brushed my teeth and re-tied my hair, blinking at my pale reflection.

Why did you believe him?

You stupid girl
.

Inside my bedroom, I stuffed the edge of my pillow into my mouth and screamed and screamed and screamed.

Those black-hearted, cold-blooded killers
.

I could have wrung Nic’s neck. How could he lie so
cavalierly like that? He was poison; him and his entire family. No one was safe from their crazed quest for retribution.

I rejoined my mother in the kitchen. She had made eggs to go with the bacon. She was humming to herself, her voice tripping over a melody I didn’t recognize.

I sat down with shaky legs, the after-effects of being sick still stinging in my cheeks. In my mind, I pictured a blank white page.

On the far corner of the table, half-sewn piles of fabric competed for space. A ripped envelope peeked out from under the pile.

My mother set the plates down and sat beside me.

I pulled the letter towards me, scanning it. ‘Our mortgage payment is overdue.’

She plucked the letter from my hand and refolded it inside the envelope. ‘I’m working it out.’

‘Are we out of money?’ I asked, keeping my attention trained on her profile as she crunched on a slice of bacon. ‘Is the diner in trouble?’

‘It’s just a misunderstanding,’ she said, chewing through her words slowly and deliberately. ‘Eat your breakfast. Don’t worry about this boring grown-up stuff.’

Boring grown-up stuff
. The newspaper was face down where I had left it, but the headline still pulsed against my brain. I blinked the words away, putting up that blank white page again. I forced myself to eat a forkful of eggs.

‘I should go back to work,’ I said.

My mother passed me the salt shaker. She had painted her nails again. Coral: summery and bright. She had forgotten to do her pinkie. ‘Don’t be silly. You should be out in the sun,
having fun.’ Her face relaxed in a placid smile. The crow’s feet by her eyes seemed deeper.

‘I should help out with money,’ I said. ‘I don’t mind …’

‘You don’t need to put the weight of the world on your shoulders. I’ve got it under control.’

Have you?
I wanted to ask, but I didn’t. There was too much fear and anger raging inside me. It was a struggle to keep it in.

She tapped the side of my plate. ‘Your breakfast is getting cold.’

I chewed on a slice of bacon, trying to ignore the restless feeling in my stomach, the thoughts pushing against my brain. I swallowed the headline and the image of Sara Marino’s lifeless body pulled from a lake, and told my mother how spectacular the food was.

We talked about the garden and the new wooden trellis she had erected against the back wall. We talked about me going back to school soon. We didn’t talk about the mortgage letter again, or all the half-finished projects. We didn’t talk about Jack, or about my father. Lately, it felt like our conversations were defined more by what we avoided than what we discussed. That’s the trouble with trauma – you wear it like a cloak, but to acknowledge it only makes it worse.

I ate what I could manage, tasting nothing but ash in my mouth. The coffee was too bitter; the juice was too red. My mother was picking at her plate, dissecting her eggs as I cleared my plate and excused myself.

It was overcast outside, but the humidity was unbearable. Even indoors, I felt stifled by it. It frizzed the ends of my hairs, sticking them to my neck. My T-shirt was warm; it clung too
tightly around my arms.

Millie came by in the afternoon.

‘Soph!’ Her face broke, and she surged into me, wrapping her arms around my neck and knocking me backwards into the hallway. ‘I can’t believe they actually did it, I can’t believe they went through with it.’

‘I know.’ The thing is, though, I could.

She looked utterly deflated.
I
had done this to her. I had pulled her down with me, into a murky, unforgiving world. Now we were like zombie versions of ourselves, trying to climb back out. But it’s hard to forget the things you’ve seen once you’ve seen them, it’s hard not to wonder about the people you’re trying to leave behind, once you’ve gotten to know them. If the blood war had begun, with deaths on both sides already, then who knew who would be next? It’s hard to ignore it, even if they’re liars. Even if they’re assassins.

I ushered Millie into the sitting room, where we sank into the couch. She brought her legs up and curled her feet underneath her. ‘I can’t stop thinking about it. We should have done more.’

‘I shouldn’t have believed Nic. He’d already betrayed me by showing up at Eden in the first place.’

‘It’s not your fault,’ she said, her voice quiet. ‘I believed him too.’

‘I shouldn’t have let him take that red card from me.’ And that was the awful reality – they wouldn’t have come if I hadn’t slipped up that night in the parking lot.

‘Nic took it from you,’ said Millie.

‘And I let him.’ I thought of our kiss, the dark passion, the cloying sense of wrongness in it. ‘I’ve been an idiot. I feel like
I’ve been waiting my whole life for something to happen to me, something to shock me into living. I couldn’t wait to fall for someone, to feel
loved
. But this is not what I expected. This is not what I wanted. Everything is so messed up.’

Millie was silent for a while, chewing over her words. She leant forward and knitted her hands together. ‘People rarely end up with their first love. It’s, like, this stupid fairy-tale myth that they peddle to you in Disney movies. Did you know Snow White is, like, fourteen? If I ended up marrying my fourteen-year-old crush, I’d be stuck with Tom Peterson and his stupid bobble head. You’re allowed to make mistakes.’

‘I got involved with an
assassin
. And I guess I never realized how messed up he was until he made me that promise and then killed Sara anyway. She was his cousin, Mil. I can’t get my head around it. How could I have been so blind?’

Millie shrugged, her eyes trained on a spot on the floor. ‘I went out with Dom. The warning signs were there for me too. But I don’t regret it, Soph. I learnt from it.’

I raised my eyebrows. ‘What did you learn?’

She huffed a sigh. ‘That I’m painfully shallow.’

Her candidness roused a small smile, a spark of amusement inside the darkness that surrounded us. ‘I wish I could tease you about that, kettle.’

‘Sorry, pot,’ she said, her smile as small as mine.

I flopped back into the couch and looked up at the flecked paint on the ceiling as I voiced the realization that had been unravelling in the pit of my stomach. ‘I don’t think I ever really knew Nic at all,’ I said quietly. ‘If I really understood him, I would never have walked out of that house and left Sara behind. I romanticized him,’ I admitted, the painful truth
almost choking the words out of me. ‘And it killed her.’

Millie tugged my arm so that I looked at her. ‘
They
killed her. If we had tried to do more, there might have been three bodies in that lake and not one, and that’s the hard truth, Soph.’

‘Maybe.’

Millie’s tone turned low and dark. ‘And there’s something else, too.’

I could feel my face going pale, the faint prickles of nausea from earlier coming back in full force. ‘What?’

‘When I was at work earlier, I found the safe. After what you told me Jack said in Eden, I knew there had to be something to it. So I went looking for it.’

‘We’ve always had a safe.’

Millie shook her head. ‘Not that safe. A different one. A
bigger
one. It’s in those giant cabinets above the stove in the kitchen – you know, the ones that are really high up?’

I nodded. We never used them – they were too hard to reach.

‘I wouldn’t have noticed the actual safe except it’s hidden behind a sheet of lino inside the cupboard. It was peeling at the corners so I pulled it away. It’s massive, Soph, and
old
. It’s all fancy around the edges too, so you just know it’s chock full of stuff that shouldn’t be in there. I’m guessing you need a big fancy key to get in, from the look of the lock. We don’t have any like that at the diner.’

‘He probably carries it with him.’ My head felt very light all of a sudden, but I didn’t really feel surprised. Jack had said there was a safe – only a small, naïve part of me had thought he meant the one we always used. Of
course
there was
another one – a secret one, full of things only he knew about. ‘That’s what the Falcones are watching the diner for.’

Millie nodded. ‘I’d bet anything that whatever Jack needs is still in there. That’s what he wanted you to help him with. That’s what he’s bargained to Donata.’

‘I don’t have the key … or the desire to help him,’ I added. ‘He’s poison.’

‘Have you heard from him?’ Millie was looking at me with cautious interest now. She was a little paler than usual. Her hair was greasy. Millie’s hair was never usually greasy.

‘No.’

‘Do you think you will?’

We both knew the answer. I thought about that crimson card, about the stuff he’d yelled at me at Eden. He knew I was the one who gave their position away, but how could he have known it was an accident? ‘Yeah,’ I said, pushing my answer through a sigh. ‘He’ll be back.’

Millie’s eyes grew wide with fear. ‘What are you going to do?’

‘The question isn’t what
I’m
going to do. It’s what
he’s
going to do.’

I remembered the clawing feeling of Donata Marino’s grip on my arm, how she had dug in as though she never wanted to let go. How Jack’s anger at my betrayal had surged through the crowds that night. I remembered Sara Marino, nose pressed to the grass at Felice’s mansion as it glistened with her blood. Images of her waterlogged corpse pressed against my brain, demanding to be seen. I already knew what my course of action would be when Jack came back.

Deny deny deny
.

CHAPTER TWENTY

THE CONVERSATION

T
he Kardashians played on a mindless loop in the background as all the things we had seen in the last week choked the conversation from us. There was more to come, and yet there was no predicting any of it. All we could do was stay away and hope against hope that when the storm came, it would pass us by.