I pretend to not know what the hell he’s talking about. I shove my hands into my pockets so he doesn’t see my fists clench.
“Think about it, Demyen,” he suggests when I don’t answer. “If you think Clara’s bringing in a good price, you should see howmuch the other side pays.” Raizo glances over my shoulder at the compound, his eyes calculating.
But then he gives me one final nod and slides into his car.
The only reason why I don’t give the order to gun him and his vintage Rolls Royce down is because he’s right—now is theworst time to draw attention from the police.
What has me on edge is the sudden realization that I don’t know Raizo as well as I thought I did—and I sure as hell neverfathomed how far his greed would go.
There are many things I’ve done and will
