“You tell that little prick this isn’t over. I swear to God I’m going to kill him,” Gio says, his stupid-looking hat falling off his head and landing into the water as he tries to pull Emilio away. Dominic steps out from the boat and looks over my shoulder.
“You got it?”
“Yeah, it’s handled,” I tell him tersely. Not concerned for my safety as much as I am his, Leona, and Kieran’s. They’re playing with fucking fire, and all of New York is about to feel the wrath of these two families. My phone pings and I pull it from my slacks, the BVLGARI watch Kieran gave me for accepting his invite into his crew catching on the pocket. It’s a chick from an app that wants to meet up later. I smirk and look back at the boat. Everyone should be cleared from here in a few hours, I’ll think I’ll fuck her here. The boss won’t know, and this chick won’t be able to contact me again. I silently laugh. I love these dating apps.