The car ride to the meeting spot was silent, but Sylvia felt every bit of tension rolling off the men seated around her. Rocco sat beside her, arms crossed, his usual frown replaced by a smirk for some reason. She wondered what he could be thinking about. Across from them, two of Evans’ men, Antonio and Saul, checked their weapons, their movements quick and efficient.
Sylvia wasn’t worried about them. They were just muscle. No, the real challenge lay ahead—convincing the remnants of the De Lucas' allies that their best option wasn’t revenge. It was survival.
“You sure about this?” Rocco finally spoke, breaking the silence. “These guys aren’t the type to just switch sides. Most of them have been with the De Lucas for years.”
Sylvia adjusted her cuff bracelet, a habit when she was thinkin
