ttling deep into her bones. The place was nearly empty, save for a few stragglers nursing their drinks
door slam
de, their presence suffocating. They moved with a quiet me
uez?" one o
d. She didn't need to ask wh
e wrong person," she s
ulling out a small black notebook. Flipping it open, he read aloud, "Luis Vasquez. Twenty-si
isted into knots.
rom the streets that had swallowed so many others. But once again,
kind of money," she
he bar, his dark eyes unwavering. "We kn
s?" she
shivers down spines. And at the top of their empire was Luca Castellano-the heir, t
head. "I'll talk
n. "Disappeared. Probably running. T
ed. This couldn
n warned. "Or we drag you there. Eit
y breath. She did
nd into the black SUV waiting outsi
ing into the