ANOTHER CHARACTER POV ALERT!
SICILY
The garage smells of oil, metal and hardwork as is required of a car factory like mine. My men, the ones closest to me, move around like a well-oiled machine to check the compartments, tighten the bolts and seal the hidden spaces where the firearms rest.
This is our craft. Our business and survival.
My focus is soon interrupted by my phone ringing. When I pull it out of my pocket, the name that reflects makes me grin. I flip Oleg the bird when he starts to make noises like a monkey.
“Hi, munchkins,” Zip drawls, dragging her nickname for me longer than necessary.
“Hey, baby.”
“You sound tired,” she says immediately. Trust her to be observant when it comes to me. “Long day?”
“You could say that. How’s yours?”
“Better now that I’m talking to you
