Honor Among Wolves

inst the balcony railing, the city stretching out beneath him. "We need to talk. Face to face." Russo let out a slow breath. "You finally ready to make a deal?" Matt smirked. "Something like t

wo men in suits flanked him, hands resting near their holsters. Russo locked eyes with Matt and gave a slow shake of his head. "You really thought I'd come alone?" Matt smirked. "Would've been stupid if you did." Russo stepped forward. "You made the call, Bianchi. So tell me-why am I here?" Matt leaned back, his fingers tapping against the glass in front of him. "Because I wanted to see your face before I put you in the ground." Silence. Then-gunfire. Miriam moved first, dropping one of Russo's men before he could even reach for his weapon. Matt flipped the table and fired, catching the second in the chest. Russo dove for cover, pulling his own gun. But Matt was faster. He stalked forward, kicking Russo's weapon out of