Reinaldo

“You got Jasmine out of there just in time,” Jano said as we walked toward Padre’s office.

“In time?”

“Myshkin had Kansas City’s streets on fire last night.”

I stopped dead in my tracks. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

His lips quirked into a smile. “Oh, that’s right. You’ve been out of the loop, too busy popping the ginger’s cherry.”

My jaw clenched. “Just know, if you weren’t my brother, you’d ...