Nico
I'm smiling, looking down at my phone, when Dominic gave me a look. Not the amused kind. It was the what-the-f**k-are-you-smiling-at kind.
We were standing in the cellar — stone walls, damp air, concrete floor already slick with blood that hasn't had time to dry. The smell of copper and urine filling the room had my nose wrinkling. One of our men was tied to a chair in the center of the room, head hanging, breathing hard. He's not the first today. He wont be the last.
Dominic wiped his hands on a rag and jerked his chin at me. "Something funny?"
I slid my phone back into my pocket, smiling at Raven's text. She was thanking us for taking care of her...problem. That had been days ago, but I found myself scrolling back to that message multiple times. "No."
He snorted. "You were sm
