Rick knew he was in big trouble. Trouble was an actual understatement of the rage Roman would be feeling when he finally revealed to him what he had done, when his brother had specifically told him to do the opposite, and sometimes he really needed to listen because then he would not be in this predicament.
He was currently in Luca’s basement, arms crossed, as he tapped his foot on the ground, staring at Enma. Somewhere along the way, he had synced his foot tapping with the drip drop of water from one of the leaking pipes in the corner somewhere. He stared at the man, unsure of what else he could have done, but there was something wrong here, and the only person he knew who could fully tell him who was helping him was Enma.
Rick was desperate. “Tell me who it is, and I’ll let you shower
