Vin gave Callie enough time to get changed and finish her waffles before two men enter the dining area. Callie recognized the taller one, Raleigh from the arena. Without the tapes around his arms and anger marring his features, he looked young—almost too young to be associated with the mafia. His face was bruised but he held his head high with pride.

“Boss, I thought we had a talk about not killing our clients?” the stranger said, his tone was patronizing but he had a smile on his face. “Seriously, man. It’s bad for business.”

The stranger must be ranked up higher on the ladder because Vin merely shrugged and...