The silence in the car was heavy and suffocating as Elias drove, his posture was as rigid as ever, eyes fixed on the road ahead. I sat in the back, my fingers drummed a frantic rhythm against my knee as I thought this through once more.
Was I really about to do this? Was I about to broker a truce Luciano Barone?
I had thought about it all night, and I had come to the decision that brooding and feeling bad wouldn't change the fact that a kid had died, but I could do something to prevent others from dying, I could swallow my pride and put the rival behind me.
I would agree to some of his terms and even relinquish control of just a bit of the territories we shared. I wanted the crossfire to cease once and for all. The Rivara cartel has always been stubborn and greedy, but what I was willing to give up should be more than enough to get them to stop.
