The fight ended, and Cavendish won, which meant Trigger won, as he called it, a s**t ton of money. We rode that high as we slipped through the back door and down the hallway usually reserved for the fighters.
“What I wouldn’t do for one of my blowtorches right now!” Vinni called to me with a delighted laugh. Vinni had a unique hobby and one that was well polished while he worked with the Mexican Cartel a few years back. He and Niccola joined Brick and Rail and another of their members and headed in one direction. Trigger and I headed in the opposite direction. There was only one job to do—grab Stefano. Trigger knew I was to be the one to have the pleasure of killing him. Trigger’s men were going to handle the Coppolas’ soldiers so we would have Stefano to ourselves.
We whipped around a c
