“Interesting. So, where will you be getting the guns and ammunition in the future?”
“From Drago Popov.”
A dangerous spark ignites in Ajello’s eyes. “A moment, please.”
He reaches inside his suit jacket. My eyes snap to Kai where he stands on the other side of the restaurant, thrusting his hand behind his back.
No. I mouth and shake my head.
“Do tell your watchdog to relax,” Ajello says offhandedly as he takes out his phone and presses it to his ear. “If I wanted to kill you, you’d already be dead.”
I gape at him. Does the man have eyes on the back of his head?
“Sienna,” Ajello says into the phone. “Looks like you forgot to mention that your husband is doing business with the Boston faction now.”
A high-pitched female voice explodes on the other side of the line. I don’t catch what
