“Yes.” He smiles and shifts his gaze to something behind me. “Isn’t that right, Vitto?”
I swivel around, and a strangled cry leaves my lips when my eyes fall on the curled body in the corner. My brother looks up, his face is smeared with blood, and one of his eyes is swollen shut.
“Oh my God.” I take a step toward him but the sound of a palm hitting the table stops me midstep.
“Come here, or I’m going to finish what I started!” Rocco roars.
I swallow the bile and make myself turn around to face the capo. Rocco nods toward the chair across from him and watches as I approach on shaky legs.
“Sit,” he snaps.
I drop down onto the chair and clasp my hands on my lap. I don’t know what’s going on or what the hell my brother is doing here, but I know it’s bad.
Rocco takes a drag of hi
