WARNING: CONTAINS GRAPHIC VIOLENCE (18+)
We drove over the Brooklyn Bridge. We were headed to the Red Hook district. During the less than half hour trip nothing was said between us. I only watched Giovanni and he watched me. He knows what Gino tried back in Cuba and yet has aligned with his father Antonio D’Anna and Lucca against Marcus and Dimitri. That deadly night, I had thought that he wanted to make an apology to me in Cuba for what his protégé attempted. No, he was just as much as a monster as Gino was. I was right that Italian blood was stronger than anything Marcus could anticipate.
Giovanni’s choice had been made and I was now in deep trouble. There was nothing that I could say to him to would get him to stop this limo and let me go.
I pull my eyes away from Giovanni to
