Maldini’s pov;
“Ricardo Peretti.”
I smiled, my eyes meeting Cuco, seeing the expression I wanted to see on his face. And the others as well.
Shock.
The hall was silent for almost a minute, with the w****s I had brought for entertainment looking the most confused. They had probably expected everyone to be excited, but they knew nothing about the Mafian world, hence their own confusion.
Everyone began to talk at the same time.
“What?”
“Ricardo?”
“That cannot happen?”
“Why? Ricardo isn’t fit!”
“Even my five years son could take him down.”
“Isn’t he the same man who botched the mission of keeping the pesos rat in prison?”
I glanced at Diego. He did not move, nor was there any expression on his face. It would look almost as though he expected this.
I chuckled. I never expected less
