“I still can’t stand your fucking face, Remo,” he said with a smirk. “But for this I might hesitate a millisecond before cutting your throat once we’re back to being enemies.” “That millisecond will be the moment I’ll cut your head off, Matteo,” I said with a twisted smile of my own. He released my hand. “May the craziest fucker win.” My smile widened and I caught Nino’s gaze across the room. We both knew who that would be because when it came to crazy fuckery, I was the undisputed master.
