Chapter 33 Kryptonite

• VINCENT
• “She’s changed,” I complained to my friends at the poker table that night. My game was off today, I was close to folding and cutting my losses. “She’s not the same. She’s too weak. Too compliant. I don’t like it.” We were at a hideout by the docks in Puerto Rico, waiting for a ‘shipment.’
• “I thought that’s what you wanted?” Marco snickered and took a sip of his cognac. “You finally broke her in every possible way. What did you expect, fratello?”