SPADE
“Terzo!” I followed him to the door with Wave on his tail.
He stopped and turned to me, irritated. “You left the woman alone in the office who just threw up to talk to me?”
He just annoyed me. “For a mafia, why do you care so much?”
“Why the f**k not? She just got kidn*pped, drugged, and sold like some kind of property instead of an innocent human being. Why did you bid her for three million dollars if you didn’t give a damn?” He was pissed at me. It was obvious in his rigid posture. What concerned me was why?
“Watch your tone, Siciliano. You’re in my house.” I was too furious to feel fear, even if I knew who he was. “That’s my money. I can spend it however I like, and none of your f*****g business.”
“It’s my business the moment you asked for my help.”
I glimpsed a flash
