Sonya tilted her head. “Give me Enzo. Give me the cylinder. I will leave your hotel standing.”
“Sonya,” he said. “Turn around. I will pretend this never happened. You will lose your seat at the Table, but you will keep your life.” the continental: from the world of john wick libvpx
“No.”
It was not Enzo or his Camorra handlers. It was a young woman in a bellman’s uniform Carmine did not recognize. She had a shaved head, a tattoo of a sparrow on her throat, and carried a silver tray with a single glass of champagne. Sonya tilted her head