“Going someplace?” She averted her gaze, pretended she didn’t hear him, and kept walking. He stepped in front of her, blocking her way. Tilting her chin up, she said, “I don’t want trouble.” He waggled his brows up and down. “You found it anyway.” He reached out to touch her face and she automatically flinched away, hating herself for the involuntary show of fear. “I’m a friend of Tony’s,” she said quickly, hoping the lie would help rather than hurt her. “Is that right?” the man said. He dropped his hand. “You should choose your friends more carefully.” “What do you mean? He runs the show here now, doesn’t he?” “Maybe. For now.” “You planning on changing that? Because he murdered Guapo to keep his territory. What makes you think he won’t do the same to you?” He shrugged then grinned.
