The Mafia's Babies by Kaycee Romano (howl and other poems txt) 📗

"He was Mona's .... assistant." Dmitri said, his eyes serious and wide for once. "Matthew Morris." 

Mateo and River looked at each other, both of them realizing who this was. 

"But he is dead." Dmitri said. 

"How did he die?" Ian asked, his gaze deliberate. 

"I have no idea." Dmitri lied conveniently. "He died when I was in Moscow. Mona called me to let me know." 

"Hm... Interesting. Because this unknown enemy is out for vengeance." Ian sat back, tapping his fingers together. "And he is after both of your families." 

"What do you mean?" River asked. 

"That's what I would like to know." Ian chuckled. "You-" He pointed at River. "-don't even know the dude in the picture but still, the kidnapper blames you for his death." 

"We don't pay you for suspense." Dmitri squared his shoulders, realizing that they were playing a dangerous game and if things went wrong, the police could get involved.

"Exactly, do you know who is behind all this?" Mateo asked, his gaze steely. 

Ian shrugged as he sat up straight. 

He took a breath and let it out, watching each of them as he did it. 

And he dropped the bomb they didn't see coming. 

"Matthew Morris' brother is out for revenge." He smiled. "William Morris." 

The three looked at each other. They had no idea who this dude was. 

"Or as you all might know him as, Victor.".