CHAPTER 18
SY
Sy hated Mexican standoffs. Even if it wasn’t an actual standoff in the field, three factions trying to off each other at the same time was for f*****g amateurs. Too many bodies to clean up afterward. Another reason why he liked being a hitman; nothing beat working in solitude. The other night at Flux proved that a three-way—and not in a good way—ended up badly. It had been a close call. If the twins hadn’t come up with reinforcements, it could have ended much worse than half of the kitchen staff getting wiped out. It was time to shake some trees, hunt some rats. No one could shoot on Bratva territory and get away with it. Not without losing a gallon of blood. Which had been why he’d volunteered to go on the cockroach hunt.
And because you didn’t want to face Carmen this m
