Chapter 487 : Blame It on Florence

*Salvatore*

I scrubbed my sweaty palms down my pants and took a deep breath. Lorenz had called me and said we needed to meet. Nothing good ever came of meeting with the boss. I'd learned that the f*****g hard way. Worse, he had a hardline no-weapons policy for these meets.

Now I sat in my crappy car, staring at a warehouse I could barely see because of the broken streetlight in front of the door.

“f**k," I muttered.

I knew about Stefan's little hit, and I knew about the Valentino retaliation. There was no getting around the fact that this cold war was starting to become quite a bit hotter than I preferred. If I had my druthers, I'd have pulled up stakes and hit the road by now. That was what anybody smart should have been doing.

I wiped my hands again. I didn't exactly have my druthers. My assi……