The Mane Event
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My sympathies.
She snorted. We all have our own personal hell. Shes mine.
Dez took in the office. Fancy, but it didnt look very used. Lots of mahogany and glass. It didnt look like the office of a woman.
Whose office is this?
My fathers. But he doesnt come here very often.
Dez almost gave in to her desire to find out more about the well-known but rarely seen Gino Brutale. Instead, she forced herself to remember she was in this club for a reason. Not to see if she could find out more about Brutales mob ties.
Soyou wanted to talk to me about Alexander Petrovs death?
Yeah. Ya see, he was
The woman struggled with her admission, but Dez didnt know why. He was she coaxed.
Brutale stood tall, suddenly proud. He was with me. He was my lover.
Dez didnt understand why Gina needed to fear admitting that information. Brutale was no youngster. She appeared to be in her early to midthirties. And it wasnt like Petrov ran some rival mob family, unless Missy was up to more than she realized. Which Dez seriously doubted.
Dez waited for Gina to continue.
I saw him the night he died. When he left me that night, he was very much alive. I dont know if anyone followed him. I do know Missy Llewellyn would lose her friggin mind if she knew about us.
Dez stepped forward. And did she know?
I dont know. But he was going to leave her and stay with me. I dont know if he ever got around to telling her that, though.
Petrov and Missy Llewellyn weretogether? A couple? Maybe, but who would put up with that heartless bitch?
Its too complicated to explain. But, basically, she owned him.
What the hell does that mean?
What do you mean she owned him? She had something on him?
No. But he belonged to her. She wouldnt take him leaving well. Especially if he were leaving her for me.
Why you? What connection do you have with the Llewellyns? A Jersey girl like Brutale wouldnt exactly be welcome at a Llewellyn banquet, and they both knew it.
Our families havea history, you might say. Weve hated each other for a long time.
Do you think Missy killed him?
I dont know. I really dont. Shootin him in the back of the head, though, doesnt really seem Missys style, ya know?
Dez shrugged. I couldnt tell ya.
All Im sayin is, you need to look at Missy Llewellyn for this. Look at her close. She shouldnt be able to get away with this. Just cause he loved me and not her.
Yeah. But are you sure he loved you?
Brutale locked her beady dark eyes on Dezs face. What?
Maybe you want me to focus on Missy because you want her to suffer more. Maybe Petrov wouldnt leave her. Maybe he didnt love you at all. So you got rid of him yourself. Dez didnt really believe that, but she wanted to see Brutales reaction.
She wasnt disappointed. She blinked and suddenly Gina Brutale stood right in front of her. Their bodies almost touching. Rage and sorrow came off Brutale in waves, practically knocking Dez out of the room.
I loved him. He loved me. Anybody tell you different, theyre lyin. We had plans, him and me. Plans to run this family together.
Maybe your father wasnt okay with that.
My father will do what I tell him to do. The women run this family. Not the men.
Well, that was new. Okay.
Brutale glared at her for a long minute. Then she took one step back. Then another. Eventually a good five feet separated the women. But Dez still didnt feel safe. She wouldnt feel that way until she got the hell out of the building.
But I will say this, Detectivewhoever killed him better pray to the Mother Mary you get to them first. They better pray I never fuckin find out. Cause Ill kill em myself. And Ill make sure they suffer for what they done.
Dez didnt doubt Ginas words for even a second. She wanted out of this building. She wasnt even supposed to be on this case. Suddenly, nailing Missy took a backseat to her basic survival.
Ill keep that in mind.
You do that.
Dez backed up from Brutale. She didnt feel comfortable turning her back on the woman. She grabbed hold of the doorknob, opened the door, and eased out into the club.
She cut through the enormous place, including the back bar where she found Brutale. She had to pass the same pack of women, only this time Brutales sister was with them. As she moved past them, the lightest touch nipped her neck.
Reaching back, Dez grabbed the hand touching her and twisted until Anne Marie Brutale lay on the floor at her feet, howling in pain. Dez planted her foot in the womans side and twisted her arm again. This time even farther away from her body. A few more inches and shed break the bone at the shoulder.
Dont you ever fuckin touch me again. The grip she had on the woman she learned from the Marine Corps. The statementthat was all Bronx.
Gina Brutale walked in. She stared dispassionately at her sister. It had to be the coldest look Dez had ever seen. As much as she detested her own sisters sometimes, Dez would never let anyone else hurt them. Not ever.
She snorted. We all have our own personal hell. Shes mine.
Dez took in the office. Fancy, but it didnt look very used. Lots of mahogany and glass. It didnt look like the office of a woman.
Whose office is this?
My fathers. But he doesnt come here very often.
Dez almost gave in to her desire to find out more about the well-known but rarely seen Gino Brutale. Instead, she forced herself to remember she was in this club for a reason. Not to see if she could find out more about Brutales mob ties.
Soyou wanted to talk to me about Alexander Petrovs death?
Yeah. Ya see, he was
The woman struggled with her admission, but Dez didnt know why. He was she coaxed.
Brutale stood tall, suddenly proud. He was with me. He was my lover.
Dez didnt understand why Gina needed to fear admitting that information. Brutale was no youngster. She appeared to be in her early to midthirties. And it wasnt like Petrov ran some rival mob family, unless Missy was up to more than she realized. Which Dez seriously doubted.
Dez waited for Gina to continue.
I saw him the night he died. When he left me that night, he was very much alive. I dont know if anyone followed him. I do know Missy Llewellyn would lose her friggin mind if she knew about us.
Dez stepped forward. And did she know?
I dont know. But he was going to leave her and stay with me. I dont know if he ever got around to telling her that, though.
Petrov and Missy Llewellyn weretogether? A couple? Maybe, but who would put up with that heartless bitch?
Its too complicated to explain. But, basically, she owned him.
What the hell does that mean?
What do you mean she owned him? She had something on him?
No. But he belonged to her. She wouldnt take him leaving well. Especially if he were leaving her for me.
Why you? What connection do you have with the Llewellyns? A Jersey girl like Brutale wouldnt exactly be welcome at a Llewellyn banquet, and they both knew it.
Our families havea history, you might say. Weve hated each other for a long time.
Do you think Missy killed him?
I dont know. I really dont. Shootin him in the back of the head, though, doesnt really seem Missys style, ya know?
Dez shrugged. I couldnt tell ya.
All Im sayin is, you need to look at Missy Llewellyn for this. Look at her close. She shouldnt be able to get away with this. Just cause he loved me and not her.
Yeah. But are you sure he loved you?
Brutale locked her beady dark eyes on Dezs face. What?
Maybe you want me to focus on Missy because you want her to suffer more. Maybe Petrov wouldnt leave her. Maybe he didnt love you at all. So you got rid of him yourself. Dez didnt really believe that, but she wanted to see Brutales reaction.
She wasnt disappointed. She blinked and suddenly Gina Brutale stood right in front of her. Their bodies almost touching. Rage and sorrow came off Brutale in waves, practically knocking Dez out of the room.
I loved him. He loved me. Anybody tell you different, theyre lyin. We had plans, him and me. Plans to run this family together.
Maybe your father wasnt okay with that.
My father will do what I tell him to do. The women run this family. Not the men.
Well, that was new. Okay.
Brutale glared at her for a long minute. Then she took one step back. Then another. Eventually a good five feet separated the women. But Dez still didnt feel safe. She wouldnt feel that way until she got the hell out of the building.
But I will say this, Detectivewhoever killed him better pray to the Mother Mary you get to them first. They better pray I never fuckin find out. Cause Ill kill em myself. And Ill make sure they suffer for what they done.
Dez didnt doubt Ginas words for even a second. She wanted out of this building. She wasnt even supposed to be on this case. Suddenly, nailing Missy took a backseat to her basic survival.
Ill keep that in mind.
You do that.
Dez backed up from Brutale. She didnt feel comfortable turning her back on the woman. She grabbed hold of the doorknob, opened the door, and eased out into the club.
She cut through the enormous place, including the back bar where she found Brutale. She had to pass the same pack of women, only this time Brutales sister was with them. As she moved past them, the lightest touch nipped her neck.
Reaching back, Dez grabbed the hand touching her and twisted until Anne Marie Brutale lay on the floor at her feet, howling in pain. Dez planted her foot in the womans side and twisted her arm again. This time even farther away from her body. A few more inches and shed break the bone at the shoulder.
Dont you ever fuckin touch me again. The grip she had on the woman she learned from the Marine Corps. The statementthat was all Bronx.
Gina Brutale walked in. She stared dispassionately at her sister. It had to be the coldest look Dez had ever seen. As much as she detested her own sisters sometimes, Dez would never let anyone else hurt them. Not ever.
