Chapter 16

• I watched as Callum placed his leg on the armrest, and I craved to see the expression on his face. I hoped for an ounce of pity-at least or worse I imagined a cold face or a deadly grin, like the villain in a movie.
• "Mi dispiace, capo, ci dispiace. (Sorry, boss, we are sorry.)" I couldn’t hear exactly what they said, but I took it as pleading words from the bloody men.
• “Okay,” Callum said, stepping back from the men. For a moment, I thought he had forgiven them—it felt like comic relief—until a gunshot rang out in the room. I couldn’t stop the scream that escaped my throat.