machismo. Reddington had brought several of his men along—two bodyguards, the faithful Armando, and a man named Bruno, who, with his thick neck and dead eyes, looked like a cross between a wrestler and a hit man. So far, they’d all kept Dylan at a respectful distance. Having earned the reputation of being able to kick anyone’s ass and deliver whatever Reddington wanted had elevated him to a stature few had attained.Even Armando seemed to be in awe of him now. Armando’s initial attitude toward Dylan as a prospective employee had turned into an uncomfortable hero worship. The man turned to him for approval almost as much as he did to Reddington. Nice to know he could still fit in with the cesspool of humanity. And he’d thought his old man’s training had been good for nothing but nightmares.Dylan was more than ready for this mission to be finished. Reddington had been fucking the world for too long. When it was all said and done, he’d love the opportunity to visit the bastard in prison and tell him that Jamie Kendrick had been the reason for his downfall.
