“Is he fucking insane?” “A little bit,” Xaviaro answers. “Excuse you,” I scoff. At Xav’s answer or maybe at the big, bad Mafia boss for asking it, I’m not really sure. “You realize I could have you killed, right?” Lorenzo asks matter-of-factly. “Yeah, yeah.” I wave a hand dismissively. “Either do it or give up the intimidation bullshit and tell me why you wanted to meet me.”
