“I just wonder if your wife will be patient enough to wait,” Sergio chimes in, tossing his chips into the center with a clatter. “If not, and if she’s as beautiful as Maksim says, tell her I’ll be happy to take her off your hands.” Chuckles erupt, but they’re tense. Probably because they can tell I’m contemplating murder. “You say one more thing about my wife, and I’ll break your neck.”
