Bonetti actually does go still at this news, perhaps not expecting Christian to put it so bluntly. All around his men tense, and I hear about twenty safety catches flip on guns. But Bonetti puts his hand up, clearly letting them know to keep calm.
“So why haven’t you, boy?” Bonetti murmurs. “It would be quite the move in this world – would give you one hell of a reputation. Clearly you think you can do it or you wouldn’t have invited me here.”
“I haven’t enacted the hit it because I think the more lucrative move lays elsewhere. No, I’d like to parlay this – to see if we can work together for…larger spoils.”
Bonetti’s mouth curves again as he stares at my husband. For a moment, the two men just stare at each other before Bonetti nods a single time. “I admit,” he says with a shrug, “I’m i
