![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Vince had been stupid enough to criticize Carlo’s mismanagement of the Blackfoot heist after botched plans resulted in the arrest of several wise guys. He retaliated for any perceived slight with fierce ruthlessness and torturous cruelty.Īs Logan also exited his car, he thought back to the storied death of Vince, one of Angelo’s men. Beneath Carlo’s frosty exterior was a fiery rage that could ignite instantly. But Logan knew appearances could be deceiving. Despite the humidity, Carlo appeared calm, cool, and professional. His white button-down shirt was open at the chest, but tucked neatly into expensive slacks with nary a wrinkle. His jet-black, spiky hair was paired with thick eyebrows. Carlo set both boots firmly on the concrete of the small parking area facing the grassy graveyard and stood, three inches shy of six feet. A black cowboy boot emerged from the vehicle, followed by a solid leg clad in black pants. ![]()
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