Antonio’s POV

"Boss, I'm telling you, this smells of a trap," Marco said from behind the wheel, his hand occasionally moving to his holster for reassurance.

Diego had arranged the meeting with Enzo. What became of him afterward, I don’t know or care. Now we were driving to the neutral grounds, droplets of rain pounding against the windshield. Through the blur of the night, all I could see was her face. I had to admit it to myself now—I was really slipping, wasn't I? Worried about another person like this who wasn't part of my familia.

Marco kept talking, probably just to fill the deepening silence. "Maybe you should have...