Chapter 55

Vincenzo's POV Domenico leaned back, his doorknob of a man staring between Luciano and me with a vacant expression on his face. He gestured to his arm, where the suit was noticeably thicker—no doubt padded by bandages from where Ximena had shot him. "You know the tragedy about lions?" he said. "They live in prides. Alone, lazy, and they let the females do all the work."