Vincent pushed the door open and strode in. "I can get us out of here," he said, closing the gap between them.
Victor rose to his full height and filled the doorway like a wall. He had always been bigger, but right now he carried coiled rage. His voice cut sharp.
"I don't trust you. You keep screwing up the plan."
He stepped forward until his shadow fell over Vincent. "We'd already be in Dominus territory if you hadn't been blabbing."
Victor wanted to intimidate him, to make him shrink back. Vincent did not. He planted his feet and met the Giant's stare.
He needed to stay alive, not for pride but to prove he was not weak, to prove to Lucero that he was useful.
"I've lived in this city since I was ten," Vincent said. His words were steady and quick.
"I know it better than anyone in this room. I won't mess this up again."
He let that hang for a beat, then added, "Diablo wants me alive. You need me for that."
