Chapter 93

Matteo stood on the balcony of the secret hideout he and Jessie occupied, his hands on the railings and observed the environment. His eyes were quick to notice any movement and his ears were sharp enough to hear any slight rustle in the bush nearby.

Somehow he always had a revolver hung on all of his trousers and a dagger in his front pockets and his hands were always close to them.

You can never be too careful.

Taking up his father's role to run the hood after his demise was one huge task he had grown fond of. Dominic Sanchez had inducted him into the hood when he was thirteen, much to his dislike but he had lived with his father long enough to know that he dared not disagree to whatever he asked of him.

He had gone for the first gang fight when he was a few months older than fourteen, and though he had wielded no weapon and hadn't joined them as they fought, he was made to watch from the pickup van they had come in.

His father had made him wear a bull