“That went well.” Cy stamps out his cigar, his gaze on me. “I’m assuming you’ll be volunteering to take care of their business?” Before I can affirm, Riot speaks up. “It’s my area of expertise, so it should be me.” “No. I can’t ask that of you, brother,” I say. “You didn’t ask. I’m volunteering.” I give him a tight-lipped nod. “I appreciate that. Navy does too.” “She’s a good one,” he says. That’s the first time I’ve ever heard him speak positively about anyone. Riot thrives on violence, negativity, and chaos.
