“Was that why you were in that fight?” A couple of days ago, he’d come home with a split lip from a meeting with several other Camorrista in his age. He hadn’t been very forthcoming with information. “Yeah, a few guys voted you hottest piece of ass and aspiring sex bomb.” “Oh.” “And no, Savio wasn’t one of them!” Diego hit the steering wheel. “I didn’t ask if he was.”
