Selena
Marco snorted derisively at that. "Is that what you call shaking down chop shops and hauling crews? Just 'doin' your part'?"
Vito shot him a sidelong glare. "Yeah, soldier boy - you and your straight-laced shooters wanna see what real hard work looks like, come hang with one of my truck drivin' gangs sometime."
I rolled my eyes at the familiar posturing between the two men, stepping between them before it could devolve further. "Enough, you arrogant pricks," I stated, allowing a touch of fond exasperation to color my tone. "We're on the same team here - a well-oiled, merciless machine. And one I expect to keep functioning at peak lethality for the rematch coming soon."
The two instantly sobered at the subtle rebuke, shooting one another a final lingering look before focusing on me with renewed intensity. For all their gruff bravado, these hardened street butchers respected me implicitly.