Looking out the window at the parking lot, Reyna appears bored.
The stubborn woman won’t ask me where we are.
But when I say, “You’ll want a gun for this,” she whips her head around and stares at me.
“For what?”
“We’re meeting with the heads of the other four Mafia families.”
Ah, that look of shock on her face is so bloody satisfying, heat rushes to my balls.
“Why?”
“Dunno. They called the meet. You tell me.”
Obviously unsettled, she frowns. “There’s supposed to be a vote for the new capo.”
“So why isn’t Gianni here?”
“How do you know he isn’t?”
“They told us he wasn’t invited.”
She ponders that in silence, then shakes her head. “That doesn’t make sense. He’s the head of the family. And the vote was supposed to happen tomorrow, not today.” She glances out the window again, this
