Arsenal (Alfonzo Book 17) by S.W. Frank

Author:S.W. Frank [Frank, S.W.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: S.W. Frank
Published: 2015-07-01T05:00:00+00:00

18

“I’m going back to New York,” Maria informed her son.

Alfonzo heard the statement but didn’t answer right away. He was busy watching the mourners.

“Okay.”

Nico’s half-sisters were there, clinging to one another, weeping silently as dirt struck the expensive coffin.

Earlier, they had greeted him with a hug when he had gone to issue his condolences. Yeah, he was sorry they were saddled to a conniving lot.

The loud sniffling and whining over a piece of shit didn’t permeate his cold heart. He observed a relative of Bruno’s staring at his mom with a twisted mouth as if she wanted to say something, yet refrained.

It’s true, his god-fearing mom murdered her trash of a husband and he wasn’t about to fake one motherfucking tear.

Alfonzo flexed his good fingers and the action hurt. Nothing could prevent him standing at his mom’s side during Bruno’s funeral. He wanted to see the man that unleashed hell on his family put in the dirt where he belonged.

“Hijo, are you all right?” Maria asked when Alfonzo coughed to clear his throat of phlegm and spit on the burial ground.

Alfonzo croaked a reply. “I’m good ma.”

“I should’ve delayed the funeral for a few more days. Aye!”

“Mama tranquillo. “

There were glares directed their way and it wasn’t his imagination, but street instinct and observation. His mom was inheriting everything, even the kitchen sink. Family members were certain to be pissed.

“I’m leaving right after this to stay with Carmen.”

Alfonzo gave a subtle nod, rolled his shoulders back in the understated black suit that matched the quality of his Olivano shoes. He was respectable, in solidarity with his mom, hoping the assembly walking back to their shiny limos behaved.

Nobody could see Alfonzo’s ocean hued eyes concealed behind the midnight shades narrow as Bruno’s surviving children crossed their path.

They nodded, and continued on, but Alfonzo knew, if his mom didn’t get out of Firenze, he’d have to bury her, too.

“Let’s go, Mama,” he said and he strolled protectively close to his mother, closed in by a circle of armed men. “You’re coming home with me first and I’ll escort you personally to New York.”

“Alfonzo, that’s not necessary.”

“Yes, Mama it is. I need to make sure Carmen’s house is outfitted properly before you arrive.” A bodyguard held open their door and he slid inside next to his mom. “It’ll only be a few days.”

“Don’t you have a full house?”

“Ma, we managed back in the day, didn’t we?”

“Sí, yes we did hijo.”

Alfonzo grinned. “They say, mas dinero mas problemas.”

Maria agreed. “It is true.”

She leaned back wearily, still beautiful in the eyes of her son. “It’s okay, we weathered the barrio, and we’ll come through this.”

The vehicle rolled on the smooth pavement. Maria twisted her head to see her son’s face. “What happened hijo that day with Domingo?”

Alfonzo inhaled. He’d avoided the conversation for so long; he’d begun to believe the topic was dead. She’d asked and in light of everything going on, he figured, they were all sinners and the world had gone mad.

“I wouldn’t have done it, but he gave me no choice Mama.

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