Chapter 77 It Only Takes One Bullet

• Hunter’s POV
• “Are you sure this is the right address?” I pull open the driver’s side door of my R8 and slide into the front seat, speaking into my iPhone.
• “Yeah.” Carlos Nikolov, Romano’s father, responds. I can almost see him rub a hand over his shiny bald head, something he does when he’s nervous. It’s his tell. I know he thinks this is a fucking crazy idea, and he’s right. I have no business walking into God only knows what with a handgun and nothing else. I’m not a soldier. I’m just fucking pissed off.