Chapter 58
JACE MARINO
The house was too quiet for a Monday. I woke up before the sun and expected to hear Marco somewhere in the kitchen arguing on the phone or Mateo dragging his boots across the hallway. Instead there was nothing but the soft hum of the heater and the kind of silence that makes you feel like the world is holding its breath.
Aiko and his boyfriend are probably still in. They rarely come out since they got here.
I got dressed fast. I had a meeting with the Russian front men and I already had a headache thinking about it. I tugged on my shirt and stepped out into the living room. Mateo was leaning against the counter eating cereal straight out of the box like a kid who didn't care about digestion. Marco sat on the couch putting on gloves even though we were not heading into a fight.
"You ready?" I asked him.
He didn't look up. "Not coming."
I stopped. "What?"
