Giovanna: Marino Famiglia Book One (Marino Famiglia Series 1) by Victoria Arrow

Author:Victoria Arrow [Arrow, Victoria]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-06-16T16:00:00+00:00

There is something disturbingly comforting about walking into the warehouse. It’s been several months since I had to get my hands dirty and, as much as we aren’t supposed to admit these kinds of things, there is nothing like the buzz of fucking up someone who has fucked you over.

It’s an unbranded, unremarkable warehouse in the middle of a quiet industrial district. It has been in the family since before Dad moved to Australia. Nonno got creative with property records at the time and now two generations later it is virtually impossible to trace the place back to us.

Mostly we use it for shifting our less-than-legal product, but in the basement, we have a dedicated room for extractions and cleanups. It is kitted out with every tool imaginable for extracting the truth from someone or cleaning up a loose end.

“Those things are going to kill you,” I nudge Fat Tony, looking pointedly at the cigarette dangling from his lips, and take a drag from my vape. He’s standing in the utilitarian atrium of our warehouse. It’s all brown and concrete and in serious need of renovation.

His face lights up and he wraps me in a boney hug. There is not a gram of fat on Fat Tony. Rumour has it that he was skin and bones from birth.

“Just wait, we’ll find out in ten years that those wanker puffers are even worse for you. Don’t ask me to donate you a lung,” his eyes twinkle in his weathered, wrinkly face as he jabs his burning cigarette at my vape. He must be in his late 50s, but the scrawny bastard looks about 100.

“You know as well as I do that we are more likely to cop a bullet than a cancer diagnosis,” I grin. I miss working with the guys. The banter is morbid and we all know we’re on borrowed time. It makes for a unique brotherhood. A brotherhood that at some point decided to open its arms to this tomboy dyke.

Fat Tony nods towards the elevator. “What’s so special about the brats downstairs that the big guns have come to sort them out?”

“I’m not the big guns, Fat,” I roll my eyes.

“Aw come on, G. I know I’m not the sharpest tool in the shed, but even I can see who’s running the show.”

I purse my lips, annoyed that I have to keep repeating the lines of loyalty to my brother like I’m a politician on the campaign trail. “Elio is the boss. I’m off downstairs. Say hello to Cath from me.”

Matty is already in the basement laying out a selection of tools. He’s taken off his blazer and business shirt and is wearing a singlet tucked into his dark trousers. I stroll into the sparse space rolling the sleeves up on my dress shirt and raise my eyebrows in greeting to two of our guys who have been tasked with standing guard over the prisoners.

The residual odour of bleach from previous clean-ups gives the place the smell of a hospital and an indoor swimming pool.

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