CHAPTER 31
GIO
Gio handed Kristoff a glass of his best scotch, while he waited for his wife to wake up.
The Siberian had installed himself in the comfortable leather chair before a bookcase, facing the window. Kristoff never had his back to any door or window. Not even when he was sitting in a library, in a house that was surrounded by high gates and around-the-clock guards. Kristoff’s men were waiting for him downstairs. Probably playing poker, as Gio and Kristoff did once a month. No matter how much money they had now, they still played with one-dollar bills, to reminisce the old days, when they were both starting their business in San Francisco’s worst neighborhood, trying to make a buck. Kristoff and the Dettas had each other’s back. Even though their lives had gone into different d
