“Hilarious, isn’t it?” He shoots me a smile. “Don’t you just love how Massimo manages to make people take his side without even trying? Even poor Brio… He showed up to this morning’s meeting—uninvited—and begged to be reinstated as capo. I just don’t understand what it is that has everybody so f*****g enthralled with such a psychotic barbarian.”
I reel back, aghast at the amount of venom in his words.
“Even you,” Salvo continues, “a well-bred Italian girl, so innocent and docile.”
He looks at me then. A sly smile still dances on his lips, but his eyes are filled with malice. I can’t help but lean back, as far away from him as I can manage.
His smile drops, and with it, all his pretense is gone. “But, really, you’re nothing but his slut. f*****g your stepbrother in the middle of our mee
