He was supposed to be inside. He was supposed to be beside Marco, watching the man who had stood with him through everything finally take something good for himself. He was supposed to hear the vows. He was supposed to be with his family.
Instead, he was outside at the gate, waiting for Voss to make a stupid move. And God help him, a small part of him wanted the man to try.
The patrol car arrived. Two officers stepped out and immediately took in the scene: the church, the gathered Genovese guards, the line of black cars, Voss red-faced beside his vehicle, and Luca standing like a grenade that needed the pin pulled.
Their enthusiasm died quickly. Voss spoke to them in low, urgent tones, pointing toward the church.
