“I don’t take orders from any man,” she snapped, teeth clicking together with the force of her delivery. Ah, I’d hit a nerve. “Ah, but I am not just a man,” I promised her, gentling her the way I would a nervous mare, my thumb stroking down her throat. “I am capo dei capi of the New York City Camorra. If you do not know how to obey, I will teach you.”
