Page 78 of The Godfather’s Christmas Twins

I study him for a moment wondering if he’s going to change his tune and give me something I can use. I mean if I have to live my life with a hole in my chest, the least I can do is make this sacrifice worth it by making sure Gia and the kids are safe from this fucker.

“Did you feed him?”

“Not yet. Got a breakfast sandwich here. Was waiting to see what you wanted to do.”

“I’ll feed him.” I figure he might be more receptive if I offer him food.

I walk to the cell, Dominic following. When I open the door and enter, Benny perks up. "Ready to make that deal?"

I toss the sandwich on his cot. “You seem to forget where you are, Benny.”

“Not at all. But we can help each other. I help you get your mole, and you can help me get my money from those bastard brats.”

I nearly choke the life out of him. These are my children he's talking about, even if he doesn't know it. But I force myself to stay calm, to think this through. Benny's greed could be used to my advantage.

“Why are you here?” I ask him. I need to know for sure that he wasn’t sent here by the so-called mole.

He rolls his eyes. “It’s Vegas. I like to gamble. You figure it out.”

The urge to slam his head into the cinderblock wall burns through me. “Were you sent?”

“By my addiction, maybe. What the fuck, Max? I thought we had a deal.”

“The deal is that you help me and I help you, right? So far, you’re not any help. Someone's been stalking Don Nardone’s sister for months. Making threats.”

"Not me. I got better things to do than chase after that bit?—”

I grab his collar before he can finish the word. "Watch yourself." I release him with a shove. "Where were you before you were here?"

"Atlantic City. Ask anyone." He rolls his shoulders.

“Like who? Who should I ask?” I’m wondering who he was hanging around that would know family business or perhaps is in the family business that Benny thinks we have a problem with.

He shrugs. “The people working the tables at Caesars.”

“And what would they tell me?”

“That I was there.” He shakes his head. “What’s wrong with you? Your hearing going?”

I take the sandwich he’s about to bite into.

“Hey.”

“Who were you talking to that you think there’s a problem in the family?”

“Why would I tell you?”

It’s my turn to roll my eyes. “Because you want to steal an inheritance from two five-year-old kids.”

“It’s not stealing. It’s mine, I tell you.”

“This is a fucking waste of time.” I lean closer to him. “I saw Don Nardone this morning.”

That gets Benny’s attention. His eyes widen. “He’s here? In Vegas?”

“Lucky for you, I convinced him I could handle you because I’ll be honest, Benny. If he were here right now, you’d already be dead, instead of having a nice breakfast sandwich courtesy of Dom here.”

Benny’s eyes dart to Dominic and then back to me. I decide this is a good place to leave him to stew in his fear. I move to leave.