Chapter 13 The Journey Back Home

• Blood pooled beneath the courier's body. The metallic smell mixed with the warehouse's damp air. Santino kept his face blank, but his heart pounded. El Amore's shot had been perfect, a message written in blood.
• The old man tucked the pistol into his jacket. His face showed nothing as Mia stood beside him in her black suit. Her eyes never left Santino's face.
• "You refused my order," El Amore said, voice low and rough. "Yet you still stand here."