Chapter 18

• RYLAND POV
• Uncle Vito's eyes were bloodshot as he stared at me. He had his fist clenched, and his eyes followed every move I made. The toll of losing his daughter had taken a lot more from him than I expected. It was good, but I didn't like the look of suspicion in his beady eyes.
• Simone was a fucking snitch, but he wouldn't be talking anymore not when he was six feet under the ground. The worms were probably feasting on his carcass now. Served the filthy bastard right too.