The words were filled with arrogance and amusement. “A hundred bucks says I could make her that wet.” It was a stupid bet and an even stupider joke, but the fact it came from an Abelli mouth only amplified the tension. Something shifted in the air. The slight lift of a murderer’s lips after a kill. A starving dog catching the scent of blood. “Watch your goddamn mouth,” Luca snapped. “That’s the wife of a capo you’re talking about.” The Abelli who sat toward the middle of the room, his ankle resting on his knee, scoffed. “A capo on his deathbed. She’s practically fair game now.” I shifted on my
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