Chapter 115 Xlii

• August
• The morning dawned brighter than it had in a solid week, the sunlight a welcome change. I was still seething from the brazen attempted entrance. News from the Francesco family had yet to provide anything useful, which of course forced me to question my contrived loyalty to Lorenzo's honesty. I hadn't remained alive for this long by trusting the wrong person and I wasn't about to start now. Angelo had been tasked to keep an ear to the streets.
• I roared the Ferrari around the corner, sliding into a parking spot in front of the coffee shop. As I climbed out, I scanned the street, my desire to find one of the fucks high on my priority list. Everything seemed too quiet.