We clasp hands and, looking into his face, at the happiness there, I know that whatever minor suspicions I’ve had have been misplaced. Sure, he was stupid to let that Mikey prick pull one over on him, but that was it: stupidity. He wants what I want. He wants to run this goddamn city.
“Nothing can stop us now, fratello,” I smile. “Not a damn thing.”
Hours later, the business taken care of, Levi and I are sitting at the dock, drinking beers. It’s how we used to sit as kids after one of our schemes was successful, shoulder to shoulder, talking about how we would take over the world.
“Do you remember that hustle with the cigarettes we swiped off the delivery truck?” Levi asks. He gestures towards me with his pack of cigarettes.
I shake my head, but wave at him to smoke away. I’m in a damn
