Adamo stared down at his inked arm. I held out the arm with my tattoo. Adamo closed his fingers over it, and I closed mine over his, causing him to hiss with pain. “Will you be my eye?” “I will.” “Will you be my knife?” “I will.” “Will you bleed and die for our cause?” “I will,” Adamo said firmly. “Today you give me your life. It’s mine to decide over till death sets you free. Welcome to the Camorra, Adamo.” I released him and stepped back. Nino clapped his shoulder, and Savio did the same.
