The Stray. Alessio Chiadini Beuri

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СКАЧАТЬ he didn't need dialectical skills. "'So, nothing brilliant to say? Do you want to get back in the car and try again?" he pressed him again.

      Mason felt himself being lifted off the ground; Frankie had grabbed him by the jacket. The ease with which he'd managed it confirmed that he was all brawn underneath that long amount of clothes. But Mason was also quite massive and did not let himself be carried around like a puppet: quickly, the strong hand passed through Frankie's arms and closed around his neck. He tensed his muscles, making it harder to sink into the carotid artery. Under his fingers, the beating of his heart. Frankie gritted his teeth; Mason increased the pressure.

      "Finished flexing?" asked Mason through gritted teeth.

      D'Angelo loosened his grip on the lapels of his jacket and Mason came back firmly on his legs.

      "You'll regret this," whispered Frankie breathlessly, filled with rage.

      "Are you threatening, you wop?" Mason shoved him against the Chevy after making him half turn around. "Do I let you go or do you want to dance some more?"

      "You better finish me now."

      "I'm very tempted." Mason released Frankie D'Angelo. On his neck, his fingerprints would turn purple. "But you're not worth my time, mister."

      Before leaving, Mason gave him a long look. He decided he wasn't going to take any chances by turning his back on him. Frankie D'Angelo was a bloodthirsty mobster, but he wasn't going to kill some poor guy in front of dozens of people and with help on the way. It wasn't even his turf: it was the Lucchese's turf. If they had been on Staten Island, Mason Stone would not have met a better end than surfacing a week later in the net of some fishing boat. A soldier, not yet affiliated, who killed a policeman, or one who had been one, would have found no place in any Italian-American family. He might still have made his way into the Irish or the Jewish ghetto gangs, but there was no honour in those. And he wouldn't have lasted long.

      "Laugh now while you still can! We'll take everything away from you!" retorted Frankie, adjusting his suit.

      "Let me give you an advance!" Stone didn't turn to look for her face, but his fist still found the tip of her chin.

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