CHAPTER 16
HECTOR
Their next stop was Kristoff’s lavish mansion. The uncrowned king of San Francisco lived at the edge of North Bay, without any close neighbors in sight. Not that any sane person would want to live next door to a kingpin.
When Hector stopped in front of the iron gates, he could no longer ignore Achilles’ sideways glances.
“What?”
“You sure you want to do this?”
“Do what?”
“Don’t pretend like you don’t know what I mean. You’re going up against f*****g Kristoff Romanov. Yeah, the man showed up to your wedding, but that doesn’t mean s**t. Especially not since you don’t acknowledge him as your brother. Don’t you think it’s smarter to call Gio? He knows the guy; they play poker together, for f**k’s sake. He can parley with Kristoff without this turning into a bloodbath.”
