Kiko tensed beneath him, then sat up fully. His motion caused Dom to look over at him, but Kiko was stubbornly watching the fireworks display. Dom couldn’t read the expression on the man’s face regardless how he tried.
“I wish you wouldn’t make me think about that,” said Kiko at last.
“Why?” asked Dom. “Because you know I won’t like the answer?”
Kiko shook his head. Dom recognized something like concern on his face now, though he still wouldn’t look over. Fireworks punctuated the silence between them, until finally Kiko took a breath.
“Because I’m afraid what I might do,” he said. “If there’s one thing I can promise, Dom, it’s that I’m afraid what I’d have done if it had been you in that chair and not Sander.”
Dom knew he could be cynical, interpret that as Kiko admitting he wouldn’t
