Chapter 73

• STRIKER
• We were going home. I was relieved that this madness was finally over. I was still shaking with anger with Giosue Conti, but I couldn’t be any prouder of how my wife stood for herself.
• On the other hand, Terzo fucking Siciliano was another story— that asshole got on my nerves in a matter of seconds. I had a strong feeling that I would be in trouble because of him. I was overprotective over my wife and didn’t quickly get jealous, but if he ever touched my wife, he just got his ticket punched.