Chapter 130

“Damn, Boss,” Greg groaned, struggling to lift his mangled cafeteria tray off the floor. “I wasn’t even halfway through my sandwich yet.”

Matteo shot Greg a sharp look that clearly said there was no room for jokes right now. Greg threw his hands up in surrender, then shuffled over to grab some napkins to clean the blood smearing the table. Matteo’s gaze swept across the guards clustered nearby, all trying to figure out the best way to handle the tense situation. He had warned them beforehand that he might have to take out one man to assert his authority, but the brutal intensity of Frankie’s vendetta had caught him off guard. It was a miscalculation on his part, no doubt.

“I don’t think Michele’s ever gotten his own hands dirty like that,” Philip observed quietly, his eyes fixed on the motionless body sprawled on the floor.

Matteo cracked his knuckles slowly. “I know he hasn’t. Some of us hide behind our birthright like it’s a shield. The Accardis prefer to lead by example.” He paused, then added, “Now, let’s get back to our discussion.”

Philip’s voice was steady but laced with concern. “What happened to my daughter?”

Matteo’s expression hardened. “I’d tell you, but it was discussed in a meeting between the three families.”

“You son of a bitch,” Philip spat.