POV: Dominic
Eddie Ricci was nervous.
I noticed it the moment I walked into the restaurant. The way he kept glancing at the windows. The way his fingers tapped against his water glass. The way his expensive shoes, Ferragamo, probably stolen, scuffed against each other under the table.
The restaurant was closed to the public. My people had swept it an hour ago. Every exit was covered. Eddie had nothing to fear from anyone but me.
Yet he was sweating.
I sat across from him. Didn't order anything, didn't smile.
"You have something for me."
Eddie nodded too quickly. "Yeah. Yeah, I do. The Caruso-Russo talks. They're moving faster than we thought."
"Details."
He leaned forward, lowering his voice even though we were the only two people in the room. "Vincent is offering the Russo family
