Christopher exhaled sharply, rolling his sleeves up, his jaw tight, his fingers flexing like he was holding himself back from snapping Vincenzo’s f*****g neck.
“Moretti. You’re emotional.”
Vincenzo’s face twitched, his jaw clenching.
Christopher just tilted his head, his lips curling slightly, like he was bored, disappointed, amused.
“And you know what emotions do in this business?” His voice was calm, smooth, too smooth. “They get men f*****g killed.”
Vincenzo’s teeth gritted together, but Christopher didn’t stop.
He leaned forward slightly, voice dropping into something colder.
“You’re running your mouth, throwing a tantrum like some street-level dealer who just lost his first batch of coke. But you’re not, are you, Moretti?”
Vincenzo’s nostrils flared.
Christopher’s smirk deepe
