however, smiles and points to the line.
“I don’t need to try it,” I say flatly. “I’ll know whether it’s good or not when I see how much our profits increase.”
“Well,” Simon balks. “It can take time for word to spread. We may not see a rise in income until—”
“I’m not here to chat.” I walk around the end of the table and stand next to Simon. He is an entire head shorter than me, his skin pale from spending so much time in the basement. “There have been nasty rumors going around among my men.”
His bushy brows furrow in concern. “Rumors about what? You know we basement dwellers are often the last to hear just about everything.” He tries to chuckle, but it dies as soon as he sees that I’m not here to fuck around.
“Disloyalty.” I purse my lips and run my tongue over my top teeth. “The rumbling is that someone has turned their back on the family.”
Fear dilates his pupils, and his fingers drum against the metal tabletop. “See? That is what I’m saying. I haven’t heard a single thing about any of that.”
“You haven’t?” I hum in thought, taking a step closer. I can tell Simon wants to back away, but he stays put. I commend him for his bravery even as I loath him for it. “That is interesting.”
His Adam’s apple bobs in his throat. “Why is that interesting?”
Before he can even finish the sentence, my hand is around his neck. I strike like a snake, squeezing his windpipe in my hand and walking him back towards the stone wall. I hear the men in the back of the room jump and murmur, but they make no move to help their boss. Because I outrank Simon by a mile.
“It’s interesting, Simon, because I have reliable information that says you met with members of the Furino mafia.” I slam his head against the wall once, twice. “Is it true?”
His face is turning red, eyeballs beginning to bulge out, and he claws at my hand for air. I don’t give him any.
“Why would you go behind my back and meet with another family? Have I not welcomed you into our fold? Have I not made your life here comfortable?”
Simon’s eyes are rolling back in his head, his fingers becoming limp noodles on my wrist, weak and ineffective. Just before his body can sag into unconsciousness, I release him. He drops to the floor, falling onto his hands and knees and gasping for air. I let him get two breaths before I kick him in the ribs.
“I didn’t meet with them,” he rasps. When he looks up at me, I can already see the beginnings of bruises wrapping around his neck.
I kick him again. The force knocks the air out of him, and he collapses on his face, forehead pressed to the cement floor.
“Okay,” he says, voice muffled. “I talked with them. Once.”
I pressed the sole of my shoe into his ribs, rolling him onto his back. “Speak up.”
“I met with them once,” he admits, tears streaming down his face from the pain. “They reached out to me.”
“Yet you did not tell me?”
“I didn’t know what they wanted,” he says, sitting up and leaning against the wall.
“All the more reason you should have told me.” I reach down and grab his shirt, hauling him to his feet and pinning him against the wall. “Men who are loyal to me do not meet with my enemies.”
“They offered me money,” he says, wincing in preparation for the next blow. “They offered me a larger cut of the profits. I shouldn’t have gone, but I have a family, and—”
I was raised to be an observer of people. To spot their weaknesses and know when I am being deceived. So, I know immediately Simon is not telling me the entire story. The Furinos would not reach out to our chemist and offer him more money unless there had been communication between them prior, unless they had some connection Simon is not telling me about. He thinks I am a fool. He thinks I will forgive him because of his wife and child, but he does not know the depths of my apathy. Simon thinks he can appeal to my humanity, but he does not realize I do not have any.
I press my hand into the bruises around his neck. Simon grabs my wrist, trying to pull me away, but I squeeze again, enjoying the feeling of his life in my hands. I