“Franko,” Theo said to warn the group of a potential problem.

Armando Franko had given me shit last year but was too pussy to back it up with his fists. He and his crew had just entered the hall. Their hangout was at the opposite end from us. We enjoyed pretending neither side watched the other even though we always watched. Armando had a reputation for fighting dirty when he did fight.

No one complained to me when they tangled with him so I'd never given a damn. I would ...