I’m more convinced than ever that Damon’s appearance at Sapphire’s wasn’t just about relaying that message—I have a meeting with the Capos at the docks in approximately twenty minutes. He could have easily told me there. No, Damon showed up like this because he wants me to know that my movements are becoming too predictable.
“About f*****g time,” I mutter in relief. If all goes well, after tomorrow night, I wouldn’t need to worry about being followed to Sapphire’s neighborhood and her becoming a target.
I head toward my motorbike, my preferred ride to Sapphire’s these days, as it’s much less conspicuous than my other cars, but I pause when Damon gestures toward his Escalade.
“Let me drive you, fratello.”
I’m on the verge of refusing, wanting the freedom my bike offers, yet in the last
