I clench my jaw.
Ricardo climbed to the top on his own. His friends are nothing more than business connections he would stab without a shred of hesitation — so how the hell am I supposed to make him understand that I trust Antony? I don't think he gives his trust to anyone, not even his own family.
"I didn’t come here to talk about Antony," I say, trying to pull the conversation back. "I’m not planning on rebuilding my crew. Yes, I had a whole damn mess to fix, but I’m handling it."
Ricardo runs a hand through his thick black beard. Two rings adorn his fingers — one silver, one gold. The silver one used to belong to my father.
I can feel his gaze bearing down on me, and I don’t like it. He’s never shown this much nervousness before. This is not the time for him to start doubting me or
