She knew her brother. He wanted something. Whether that being information or just a boost of confidence, and she knew the odds of him getting it were substantial. “Look at you. Back on top I see,” she spoke.
Honor brushed his course fingers over the light wears of the wheel. His grey eyes focused onward at the cars ahead.
“You heal up okay?”
Honor drummed his fingers, eventually glancing her way. His tired eyes answered her question numbly. She nodded with a short smile, mostly to herself, then focused her attention back out in to the shops.
“You hungry?” the key clicked out of the admission. Susan eyed some couple laughing together, sipping on wine.The last thing she wanted was to walk in there with her drug lord brother.
Half the place would clear out before they ordered drinks.
“You mind just cutting to the point?” he saw her words on the window.
“Alright.” Honor fished in his pocket for two cigarettes. “Did Beckett tell you Belle died?” smoke streamed from his lips.
“What?” clicking the key back into place, Honor rolled the windows down. “I thought… but Frank told me-”
“He wanted me to tell you in person,” he cut her off. “We were together when the explosion happened. I was walking her back to her car. And before I knew it, she was on the ground with blood covering her eyes.”
“Jesus,Fuck. Wait. Horst...” Honor nodded.
“Horst wants me to take one of them out. Blood for blood,” she shuttered at those words.
Not a single drop would be wasted. She expected neither her brothers, or anyone one in their family to let this go.
Miss.Belle is what they called her as youngsters. Some of the Bacchino kids only knew her as there mother. Sad, but true. Susan took a long drag of her cigarette, slightly grateful her own mutter was there for her childhood.
“What do you want?” the car hummed in the absence of the pause. A light snow began to fall directly on the windshield.
“This may strain our relationship.”