Eighteen
RYLAND POV
Uncle Vito's eyes were bloodshot as he stared at me. He had his fist clenched, and his eyes followed every move I made. The toll of losing his daughter had taken a lot more from him than I expected. It was good, but I didn't like the look of suspicion in his beady eyes.
Simone was a f*****g snitch, but he wouldn't be talking anymore not when he was six feet under the ground. The worms were probably feasting on his carcass now. Served the filthy bastard right too.
It was good I'd set Antonio on his trail. The traitor had tried to warn Vito of my plans. He didn't succeed, but I was sure they'd communicated before the initial meet up so I was sure Vito suspected foul play.
It didn't matter. If uncle Vito misbehaved, then I'd have no choice but to kill his littl
