Milo
Out the window, I see Santos’s men dragging Igor, zip-tied and limp, toward a trunk. Fallon’s eyes lock on the scene, and something sharp and bright flickers back to life in her.
“Where are they taking him?” she asks as Rocco starts the car.
Leone glances at her over his shoulder. “What do you mean?”
She sits up, glaring at Santos’s men. “Igor. Where are they taking him?”
Leone looks at me, and I shrug again. I know my face must be identical to Leone’s, wanting to know what the f**k this man did to her for her to speak so coldly.
Leone turns slightly, considers her. “Where do you want us to take him?”
“I want his arms, and you won’t kill him,” Fallon says, like it’s a completely normal thing to request. Had it come from Leone’s mouth I wouldn’t bat an eye at it. However, coming
