“He’s your brother.”
“And damn him for it.”
Antonio kissed me slowly in the fetid heat, and I tasted the sweat of his cheek, the beer on his tongue. His lips were a promise, a blood bond, a kiss of greeting and good-bye, and the years in between.
“I won’t let anything happen to you, Capo,” I said.
“Are you sure about this?”
“Yes.” He sighed and looked up, as if seeing the narrow street for the first time. “I smell the beach.”
“Let’s walk on it,” I said. “We can decide what to do together.”
He slipped his arm around my neck, and we walked to the end of the block. The beach was a right turn and a few blocks away. We traversed it three times before our plan was set, and then, as if it was our job to dive headfirst into chaos and ruin, we began.
Fine, per adesso.